Darling, I know I said I would stop
writing poetry for you
but I cannot.
Instead, I’ve stretched out a hammock strung between
my words so you can let yourself come and go
whenever you need to–
there’s no hurry in this place
no one else
knows the way to it, remember?
Not even a thousand promises broken
like glass strewn below your feet will hurt you
nor fire blown out of mouths in the night
or punches full of fury, a knife against your throat–
nothing will impede you coming to this place
when you need to escape the battle.
lie down and
be with me —
I won’t look if you want to be a secret
but will cherish the worn shape you make there
after you leave,
happy my words gave