Caitlyn Two

The love you show, never goes to waste, a fool in every bone, you have no need, to circle every day, or save enough to flee, in garments sewn, by a drunken oblate, this is all you know, weeds, flowers, pieces, to keep your hands engaged, don’t need to be free, you’ve already flown, away from the shame, makes you sing as you go, a house by the sea, tides and winter and flame, keep you happy, brilliant stones, whisper your name, you are the full blow, they mark your passage.