Thursday, January 8, 2015

Shelter.


Shelter
by james bezerra

I’ve always been
a better shelter to you
than I ever was a man.

Even now, you curl
like sleep into
the skinny crook of my arm
and your eyelashes flutter
as you drift off. And away.

I was always a better lover to you
than I ever was a friend.

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