Stable and sturdy.
Solitary but never alone.
Sands have shifted to empty the glass.
I don’t notice you or the time that has passed.
I pour my love and solitude onto you,
And my passions are inscribed into your skin.
Torn out pages resting next to arcane books.
Light scratchings and the ink stained palm.
I rest at you,
I enrage on you.
My deepest thoughts and sincerest pains
Lay scattered on your back.