Mittens
Mittens — you only need to say the word
& I will come, I will follow
to the end of every shady forest // every
lonely meadow of madness
along the lark-lit pastures of your past
— I will walk by your side [say it!]
Say it, and I will weave it: the love bound
by one thread — over and over hands
tied to no gilded parachutes [say it!]
Our tracks to be, thoughts permeate
like hands walking in blossom beach sand
mumbling through a grandmother’s toil
and threads that binds the clouds to us
Mittens — you only need to say the word
& I will follow
like a sheep
to sleep
beside you [say it!]