Seeds

Seeds of organic composure
So many seeking closure
Open wounds grow cold slowly
Gathering material to scab & scar
I am far from your protection
Your erection never really engaged me
But the birthmark on your face did
We hid inside the elemental ocean
Hoping we could be enough
Rested in places
We had no permission to be
Yet somehow still remained free
Seeds for the sewing
And the amber of your eyes
Is glowing
Strong enough to reach me
From Attica's cold cell
I am well
Thank you for asking
I am basking
In the reflection
Of my soul
And here I have found myself
To be
Enough