unhanging

it is all i ask,

i once was a mother to otherness for each eyeful that you took of us.

bodies displayed like polished stones across the bed:
i hold you again amongst them -- it's alright, i am undead

and give thanks. i came to watch over, i came in your lap
it's more than alright, it's soporifically soundly said
with a mouth wide open looking up from the bed we made: 

"you are a sentinel, i am no soothsayer. i am sorry
that i took flight in your sleep."

(6th February 2019, revised may 1st)