Lovers
February 14th 2023
I ask for the world to not fear me, as I do not, it.
Fear is an invitation.
If I begin to fear, they will forbid a place where we can be lovers;
a place like the touch of a hand, just warmer than my own,
or the bud on a plant that would go unnoticed,
had I not stopped for a moment.
It is the glass of cold water when I haven’t had enough,
or the glass of whiskey when I have.
It is a place where the birds always sing.
It is a place where the light never fades.
It is a place where even lovers never quarrel.