Cradle

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.