Hush

tiny bits of things are written
underneath our damaged skin
carved yourself so deeply
it hurts now to hold you in
lay still, as if in illness,
weary daylong naps
somber warm slumber
the warmth inside your lap
this is where you'll always belong
this is where you always begin
passing through me slowly
wearing the exterior thin
   

     I just want something
   to take the cold out
     of this evening dark