Like sentries

I crawled through the structure of your songs especially the knees looking for the reinforcements that hid insecurities They held my weight like a jungle gym holds a thousand little girls spinning and screaming throwing up as the dizziness unfurls In the lap of my deepest, wettest dreams were the dresses you’d made me without the seems, zips or fasteners and the intuition that lay below all the drugs and alcohol like sentries keeping guard beneath the scaffolds buttressed tight you held me