warm and comforting
and stable and
i love so intensely
and yet so softly
it's warm and it's
safe and it's good and
there, right there
between the beats
of a song i don't
quite remember
it's a rush and a hush
and it never hurts
until, inexplicably,
it does hurt, and
it's like a twist
a pirouette a thump
a tug a pull a pulse
and i curl up and
this quiet love is
suddenly loud
and overwhelms
and it hurts, it hurts,
even when you don't
hurt me at all
YOU ARE READING
the colour of mirrors
Poetrybecause there's only ever a moment, in between the waiting and the ones who are waited for.
