I will look after him

“Let it be wonderful” she said “to shine as brightly as it can” not all blisters and pain there can still be a gentle slow coloration like the flush of red wine or the blushing of a love-struck cheek Let it be new Falling in love without asking questions or checking that you’re right or wrong Allowing it to slow and quicken without holding the reigns’ rough leather so tightly in calloused fists a bass played way up brighter-than high a flute blown so deep down low Giant gravity-less steps land in craters as yet uncharted “let it be wonderful, I will look after him” she said