01-03-2013, 07:49 PM
You will be my comfort for you have grown old with me.
Long ago, you were my guardian, but in this dark and familiar room,
my protection is as inconsequential as the death of a flower, the fall of a leaf,
or a gunshot after dark in screaming Columbian streets.
You are by my side and that is all I ever asked. When I was young
and stood, by choice, tall as a tree in a desert,
visible, vulnerable and yet unafraid,
it was because you were close to me.
I never told you that you were my strength;
but I held you. I caressed you. I stripped you down and put you together again.
I knew you as well as blood. One day, and I say this to a friend,
if I live too long, you will be my comfort.
tectak Jan 2013
Long ago, you were my guardian, but in this dark and familiar room,
my protection is as inconsequential as the death of a flower, the fall of a leaf,
or a gunshot after dark in screaming Columbian streets.
You are by my side and that is all I ever asked. When I was young
and stood, by choice, tall as a tree in a desert,
visible, vulnerable and yet unafraid,
it was because you were close to me.
I never told you that you were my strength;
but I held you. I caressed you. I stripped you down and put you together again.
I knew you as well as blood. One day, and I say this to a friend,
if I live too long, you will be my comfort.
tectak Jan 2013