Tagged: arms

arms carrying so

in the end, we will

in the end, we will
have spent more time staring up
through the raised arms of

our fig tree than down at those whose
humanity is being erased

we are golden for

we build community

we build community
with our mouths,
hands, and feet. we
can tear down
with our words,
arms, and stance

** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: stance

we count down to our

when i am in your

when i am in your
arms, i pretend to know what’s
what, take great gulps of

confidence, appear serene,
a thing you can hold onto

it turns out that our

it turns out that our
arms cannot keep one
another’s dragons
at bay. the evenings
are the hardest, as we
climb into bed, carrying
this new weight. the
mornings are the hardest,
as we wake up most
vulnerable, bracing
for a bruising day.
the hours in between
are the hardest, as we
try out every combination
of love and resistance,
endeavoring not to harm
each other in every way

secured in

inside your world is

inside your world is
my world, or perhaps it’s the
other way around,

or they’re lying side by side,
arms hooked, never letting go

it is after-hours