I carry you with me everyday.
Find you in between the lines of each poem
in the songs I write and a god will smite
if I ever do wrong.
before me walks an angel
an angel of two fruits
and one bite, I was hers-
the sour outer to ward away the weak
until the sweet middle hold my tongue unable to speak.
Walking alone to the store
her shadow will hold my hand
and all the noise
with her the heart feels slow
a necklace of turbulence
a ring of the past
shoes of yesterdays choices
all these accessories
you’re the chain that never breaks
stainless steel one hell of a meal
and one day they’ll take a picture of me down on one knee.
Weightless around my neck
never in anything Aztec
sheltered from the storm, low-tech
rising above the rift and diving on the raft, high-tech
never taking a day off- never needing a rain check
the one and only, cashing in that pay-check.
