by Hannah Henley
strip the clothes from my back
chip away at what remains
of my lasting
bits
pieces
unlock what once closed
your chasm
whom you won’t allow
entrance
stay close with me now
hold tight
lock your hand within mine
grip shared time
pursue the impermanence
let down your sorrows
place burden on
my shoulders
they will hold what is
needed
to withstand this time
open
five fingers in your eye
evil has no reign here
prophets of our lasting
time will show
in rings of
trees
crevasses
in our hands