I just wanted to hold him.
His face chiseled and arid
fought the aroused silence
that swamped the entire moment with
the junction of fear
and wine validating the azaleas
down his throat
I just wanted to hold him.
He wore hatred
but held God as his witness
in times of no man need saving in the bushes
The sober nights
that were once good to him
offered a seat at the bar
and his favorite drink
relinquishing the true gemini between the stars
And,
I just wanted to hold him.
And hold him until I heal him, until
he felt himself being held
and there for,
with love
knowing what to do with the broken.
I just wanted to hold him.
but don't save the man who doesn't want to be saved.
love him, but don't let him...