30 October 2014

Us in Alaska

standing in the arctic wind I'm
wrapped with insecurities like you're
wrapped up in your scarf;
perhaps it un-becomes me.

meaning only kindness but I'm
leaning out of balance as you're
leaning on his arm;
seems to be the chill.

landing on a light-shy truth I'm
bundled fraying nerves while you're
bundled in your coat
a hundred cares away.