Shrouded

Broken places heal in your presence

ruining solitudes of immense sombre

In essence of a celestial chandelier

hoisted high in attics of a solarium

dangling down like a waning crescent.

down deep a broad awakening of sobriety 

Beneath surreal scars, worry unfolds

where can I enshroud you?

in a celestial chest where moths and

vermin do not destroy? 

or under caves and rocks of mountains,

where phalanges unravel not?

Savouring an accent of a touch so familiar 

selflessly, I give away lips unzipped

Imprisoned in your thoracic sculpture, 

Helplessly, in your words I take flight

Why did you carry me this so high?

Despite of your knowledge, of my fear for heights.

@juliuscseguya