the last people i let love me
dug their fingers into their hands
wondering why should they
give away a love nor thin
or unforgiving

it was you in the middle
of a week. to take me to
dry sand and three sips
full of your anything and my
courage to come in front
of you. spilling guts
in the best sense till you’ll
disappear like a genie
soft in its vessel
innocence in circumstance