misanthropic somnolence || a writer's diary

lover (you have me; have me)

lover
i saw you falter.
i see a million words crowding
pushing
lurking.

can i? will i? should i? what if i —

lover,
you are a steady river
and you will not hurt.

you are the mighty walls of troy
and you will not fall.

we are a handspan too close
and too many miles away
and i cannot scorch
forever.