garments, part 1

there’s a settledness settling,
by how much you’ve loved me lately.
a warm coat on a cool morning.

yet a lull of stillness,
bubbles a chill of loneliness,
creeping and crouching at the threshold,
catching any skin left bare.

there’s a quiet, hidden fight,
a battle for peace.
some days ground taken,
some seems given.
muscling and clinging
for the garments of contentment,
to stay close,
wrap me once again.

if ripped away or slipped off,
the swift gust of chaos,
chills the soul again.
tightens the pulse,
spins the brain.
not in danger,
yet not at ease,
settled feels too simple,
more instinctual this disease.

i cling again,
to the same garments that heal,
hide me in them,
remind me what’s real.
this belovedness,
teach me once again to feel.