Someone save me I'm smiling.
There must be fires in the poles,
or floods down in hell.
I'm a furred ball in sunlight
a potted plant on the sill,
a hothouse orchid stretching
toward a saccharine
sun.
I woke up grateful.
Especially for all of this
you.
Lifting my low so high via
such gentle arms;
clubs of care,
weapons of clemency.
Levels of deserving are for deities
to decide to dole around.
But I guess someone up there liked me 'cause
I feel you here
just 'bout
all the
time.
I hope you know:
No matter what man you one day cradle
in your weary waved white flag,
know that inside my heart
you'll always
be at
home.
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