Hug

A hug, that binds
the pieces crumbling
that's all my heart needs.

in the bottom of a glass of beer

The world flips, languages change
yet here you are
stood in the bottom of a glass of beer

what continues

what you allow is what continues
this is a case that's almost the truth

cursive painted, how many times have you
stolen kisses in the elevator

called it a love, how many times have you
caught a wrist in the kitchen

grabbing hard the stick arms
bruised, called it another form of kindness

how many times have you told someone
who was uncalled for, it was called for?

what you allow is what continues,
touch, kisses, a word slanting sideways

you are what has been kept happening
a little less kindness, a little less love.

Keep guard of the words

Keep guard of the words, my grandmother said
for the words you say roam and come back to you
in other forms, carrying a similar meaning.

protection

how could you, talk to all strangers?
asks the same woman that motivates
a sprint in steps, an opening up to the world
mother of mine.