Poetry · Writing

father glass

i see you in a whole new light;

a necklace we share

a place for prayer

a love all too rare;

farther than the pedestal you’re on

chariot to the top; blinded by your brawn

time to trace the fortress of glass through my fingers

you crossed into my lane with no warning and no blinkers

but willingly; never a red light hard bites through the night feels right

now, a place for prayer

is not a warrant for inspection

a love all too rare isn’t warranted with suspicion

just with a mission; to make it last

and put a chair next to yours at the top


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