Thirty Summers #132 Claine Keily

I brave the dirty cave to show up and give my love, to be there to say, " This is all that matters."

And the animal waiting and dark, but towards me only wanting my presence while the afternoon rain hammers every leaf around us.

High above us a man who knows he falls short does what he can, shines lights suited to hunting into rooms below him to rob women of their sleep. I plant blindfolds covered in cherry coloured flowers over my face and sleep with my hands embedded in the warm fur of those who love me. Then I forget his noise and his blackened plans.