august

i met someone who helped me become what i needed to be and even to this day he only has to say the word and i would do anything for him, i respect and admire him that much.

I stood drowsy beneath a hot, low ceiling
Smelling all the refuse of the heated summer
The tepid rain.
The sound of a voice found me and
Enfolded me in banded wings,
Gryphon wings, which would not let them in.
You took me away, to some quiet place
Out of the forest, where there were lights at night.
The trees were green and the crow sat in the leaves.
I looked out into the powder sky
Into the grey of rock
And water slowly murmuring down the blind faces.
You came in to that high tower, preened the sticks from my hair
Unknotted the coils in my chest
And told me everything was going to be fine
That you would be there
And that nothing would hurt me again.
You did not mind much
When I spun sugar out of thin air
Stuffing my ears and mind with pink colored cotton
(False as it was)
Or that in the morning, before the sun even touched the tops of green trees
You had to wait for me,
You had to make me stronger.
Strength through pain and ache and not even thinking about how much I needed sleep.
And sleep, for the first time in the bone aching age of
Reasonable uncertainty
And loss of identity
Came, was a rib shattering thing
Which I drew out of its fragments
Something else
Which I collected
(Though it was dust and broken safety glass)
And kept it in a hidden box
To give to you.