Candid grips hold sheltered waists
In the way that you wrap love
In pretty handkerchiefs with streams of glitter gloss draped across the seams
The warmth seeping into the core
Curves slipping from safe walls
Into the palms of a candid lover
But…you’re confused
Because your safety is now in ruins
Even in loving palms
The world still dances to kill you
When you succumbed to love
You hoped to wash it away
But now you are a victim to your empty casket
Where candid grips no longer hold sheltered waists
But darkened hearts are coated by gritty liquor
New walls for candid confusion