The beating of
Your heart, strong
Thundering drumroll
Calling to war…
Inviting to fight,
Though no fist
Is risen, and
No flag waved.
I hear battlefield echoes,
Licking
The window panes…
Outside yet,
Near… Oh so near.
The beat goes on,
Almost deafening
Walls shake around us,
And I wonder
In the middle of
The chaos, are you
Trying to scare me
Or to calm my childish
Fear,
Of losing you?
But Love is the
Mightiest weapon,
And in the turmoil
I wrap myself around
You, like vine
And though I might
Close an eye
I am restlessly and
Sleeplessly
Embracing
You.

#NovemberNotes2019 – Hunger of the Pine by alt-J

In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by  Sarah Doughty of Heartstring