The edges of grief

The edges of grief

Delicately exposed to sunlight 

after a long winter within 

Slowly tending to the flesh

deep the wound goes 

heart as a sieve, bare skin

Licking with a honey tongue

soft and gentle 

as a cat cleanses its kin 

knees touch concrete 

shaved of any walls

free falls the mind of sin 

this time I will look you in the eye

my friend, fellow visitor carrying grief

raw as you are 

beautiful as you are

I will sit and wait with you

until my heart unlocks a new spring