It's a day of breaking,
Of feeling like the wind is eating
Away at your bones
While stones
Run the course of your throat
You're chipping at corners,
While I'm wondering if lovers
Who're feeling alone
Come home
In time to say goodnight
We're cutting our teeth in
The ships that are sinking
And the boats we've turned around
Now that we've found-
Safety
You tuck my name so safely
In your mouth
Yet I am bouts
Of uncertainty and weariness
And somedays,
Somedays are days of breaking
Like the wind is gnawing
At your bones.
But I'll find my way back-
home
To letters on my skin
Your letters,
on my skin.
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