if you think you are as fragile as glass
I’m not afraid of your sharp edges.
in fact –
each time you break, I will place your pieces in my pocket
and when all that is left
I will gather you in my hand and gently send you across the world
until you are a desert, and I a cool wind
and we can sleep beneath the stars
One thought on “because she asked”
….and if she doesn’t want to be ground into dust?