Soft
The days the sun blast
Throw the field in the summer
Bring from it an armor
It’s soft and
Billowy through and through
Wrapped around my arms
And legs
Coming to the end
Of my feet
I never thought to be here
A languid grace
And strong
Like fibers of cotton
Withholding anything
And protecting everything
You’re the softest sheild
Around a heart that has been
Pulled apart
Too many times
