My Nest

Tonight nobody’s your nest

but your nest is in everybody’s

chest.

If your soul embodies in a tree,

may it leave the ground,

may it be the ground

and be, surely see

what’s left of your flesh.

Fancy the weather in a little bubble.

You won’t remember

where the storm started from.

And like a promise it raises

the question

Will anyone be my nest

tonight?

Will I be everybody’s nest

tonight?

Be the sun for me

in a tiny moment

of oppression.

Be the sun for me

in a tiny moment

of suspension.

Whenever it’s always,

and always becomes the right time,

adore me,

adore being me

as I adore being your

iris.

Adore me,

as I adore being your

nest.

And be my nest tonight

as I am everybody’s nest

in everybody’s chest.

In your chest

and in a pulse

of rest.

In the life of a breath

I long for

and protest

and weep

and build afar

my sacred silver

nest.//