Quiet Me

something unusual, because it's almost valentine's day and i'll be needing this someday.


Quiet Me,

put your hand

on my Chest,

deep in the crevice

where my snow white bones converge.

the umbrella

the canopy,

keeping dry and warm,

my life coal heart,

the remnant ember

of a well-settled fire.

Place palm on solid sternum-palm

from which stoney stiff fingers stretch

and entwine again

'round my back,

knuckles a rolling mountain range,

from nape of neck

to curve of hip.

A circling safe

to protect my Core.
rest your hands atop those Hands

and take the Vow that they have took

to protect the tender places in me.

Recite with them that reticent prayer,

eyes veiled

beneath such gentle certain lashes

raised heavenward

away from all sweet chaos.

beg,

at the altar of all that is sacred

within this Hallowed Hollow:

a thrumming tomb,

a grateful grave
to all my Pretense.
Feel the heathen drumming

from within this living calcium cage

and let you not be
tepid

in your requiem,

but know the Passion
of that savage Percussionist

sounding out his feral palpitation.

Answer it,

with still lips

and sure eyes.
learn that Rhythm,
and Quiet Me.