The promise



I keep you
next to my
soft skin,

close, hidden:

a gold chain
a whispered word
a promise.

You’ve lodged me
deep in your
shattered heart

where I silently
stitch the pieces,

ancient remedies
incantations from
lost Gods

astrological symbols.

We’re travelling
down an unknown
road: the destination

glitters;

I keep you next
to my soft skin
my realm of mystery

till the eagle flies,

a gold chain
a whispered word
a promise.

We’re heading
towards a rising
sun, sea, a life,

a song so velvet

I keep you
chained to my
strong heart

I bind you
to its rhythms,

a gold chain
a whispered word
a promise.


Our love is
versed in magic
tremors

hand touch
fiery filament

I keep you close
to my soft skin

a gold chain
a whispered word
a promise.

Poetry