was it passed down
in the blood?
The cool dew of morning
After the desert felt like needles heated in the kiln
Slicing the stone of the obstinate heart til the floods burst
Would I have eaten the coolness, mindfully, a prayer of thanks upon
Morning hush lips?
Would I have drank, plunged in the deep waters of gratitude?
What is loyalty?
Remain Loyal—I extract slivers
Of honestly found deception, tongue, ties—my mercy is my weilded weapon, well worn
Remain Loyal—I bind my broken bones
a mortar of love, sutures of forgiveness. Asaph’s words echo in my mind, I think I’ve embroidered them into the warm Ruby of my heart.
All these things
In soft scrawl, and silk thread,
I touched the needle to the red—
“Remain Loyal” bled.