Wounded Wanderer

You stood in the doorway

I saw you

molding

and

bending

against the lamp light.

Drips of blood

and emotion

were falling from you face.

I came to you

hands out

heart opened

and you fell against me

in the doorway.

I see you

molding

and bending

into the warm comfort

of this bed

within the shadow of the lamp light.

We are

separate

and you came to me only

because I make you feel safe.

Still

born

hope

that it was my face,

my hands,

or

my words

that you were after.

But no

only the safety

that flows

from within my breast.