I cradle you
In your bundle
of blood
It cushions my tears
I soak the ragged cloth
that binds your hand
and stroked me tender
the way you love.
I keep a diary
but you are my spine
and I cradle your
corpse for it\'s beauty
once alive.
Pen and paper
didn\'t judge like the paper I made
and the blood shed
I can never make you understand
as I don\'t understand periods
I seek for essence of presence in time
with you.
i just lock the socket
for it\'s my plughole to life that I once came from and now
I have to let it sink away in my heart.