Just take my hand
it can be early in the morning,
when the bathwater sky leaks
gray droplets of drainage true,
I would for you, in every way
you could need, I would bleed
the darkest sorrow from every
pore on my person to remove
the pressure, relieve the weight
it can be late in the evening,
when black licorice ice peels
its sticky body and drips home,
I would for you, in every day
you breathed, I would seethe
the farthest morrow from every
sore on my person to remove
the anger, relive those days
it can be late in the afternoon,
when the lazy sun bows down
and dips beneath the crest arch,
I would for you, in every May
you see, I would breathe in
the starkest yarrow with my
boar’s heart to see you smile,
forget, reset, love and remake
Just take my hand