Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole

For you
I reach across the table and hold your hands quiet
as you cling onto twisted fishing lines
hooks lost into crevices of hardened minerals
the bottom of your sea

I sing you an even melody
Low and bright, ease your mind of detours
chasing phantom limbs
your bones break heavy from carrying
weight
Deposits made to chapters in books
that you were too tired
to discover

I smile at your searching eyes
And you land into my corner café
A mug of steaming black coffee
a flower dish with a toasted scone
topped with hand churned butter
and squeezed orange juice
on a little table

You will not go
hungry

Eat

Then we sleep