when it breaks dark, inky velvet

soft as sage

another day to shape

into something

your sleep-heavy limbs an empty country

remember

the weight of your life

already calling

each second you dare to call your own

already owned

your name

living quietly in other places

growing

in other mouths

planted

where you belong

still

save some for me.

— how to fold longing into a poem

© Liezel Graham 2021.

Image by Francesco Gallarotti, on Unsplash.

{I think this one can stand on its own two legs and speak for itself. Love to your heart, if these words find you.}