I fear for you.
What darkness does to you when no one is looking,
I fear for your eyes and what they make out in the dark;
shapes that look one way to you but away from me when
I turn the lights back on. You say nightmares come in pieces
and leave you like a gust of wind from some place far, far away.
I keep questions loaded behind my lips like bullets of a gun I am too
afraid to pull because I’ve never hurt anyone, but somehow I dream of
you and in my dreams I am allowed to ache for a ghost that I’ve caught between
the branches of a brave olive tree.
I fear for me.
When you rouse from your dreams into the arms of another,
I fear for my chest and what it does when you are never around;
muscles clench and sinews tighten like the ropes of a boat ready to
leave land. I am scared yours would be the last face I see before the dark
pushes me off a cliff and my broken body becomes the bones of a ship forever
lost at sea.