I protect you from the rumble
Of a cats hungry belly
The cold air
Of an unsuspecting spring snow.
I fight wars for you
As you sleep
Within myself
In the air
Up Up
And around.
Early as I go
I carry your bedroom scent
Your thin eyelid
To my lips
With me
Throughout the city
Oh, the music it makes
Throngs of grouchy car horns
Jackhammers penetrating cement
The clickety hum of a bicycles wheel
The hiss of a city bus’s door
Each time it swallows a passenger whole
And as it plays
It’s orchestral song
I ache for your presence
So that we may listen together.
About the Creator
A. Skillings
Writing poetry, musings and essays to make sense out of the world.
Happily married, cancer survivor, self care addict, retail worker by day, Netflix binger by night. Always searching for my next favorite book.
“Don’t Try”- Charles Bukowski
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