In the dawn your brown eyes seem fleeting and bleak.
I scare myself with the words I speak.
You, only you, deserve the truth more than the others.
For you I betray my oldest friends and closest brothers.
My neck bends the way you breathe.
Still, I refuse to agree when they howl as I speak.
You wrap around me like the greenest vine.
We agreed years ago that for you I will cross the line.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 