There is a love that’s only locked
inside my little trouser pocket
and covered by my fist and luck it
never peeps – a shipwreck
lies there snug in the warmth and dark
keeping ancient secrets
behind a leather wallet
quaking as I walk.
Once it did come out to play
in brightness of the daytime
but now not even in a sliver of moonshine
it’s certain, safer, to stay; to stay.