Love Workers Mind

His exhaustion
Hits it's peak
At the top of a mountain
Tumbling down a dirt road
Him and I
We begin to bicker

I turn my cheek softly to say
We should stop
Before I yell
He laughs
In a falling silence
Where we are whole again

Slumbers in the night
This is him and I
Hard working hands
Sore swollen feet
We lay intertwined
Love is in this night

When dawn arrives
He is gone
Pushing for pennies and dimes
I am walking
Strapped to this surface
To heal kind and wrinkling eyes

Him and I
We meet again
To laugh
To sleep
Within the whole of my heart
Voided space is being filled

Tonight, I found his tired soul
Through spoken words
Of mangled distress
Counterfitting themselves
Into assembly
We; the love workers mind.

~ B