Love in the Kindred

Blood Sweat and Tears | Lily Kolakowski | Oil pastel

 Love in the Kindred, Josefina Eggelston

I am all broken bones and fragility

But I would fight for you

Past the drawing of blood

It is an honor to be your friend

Palms meet the solid of the ground

Where once we planted

Apple seeds in hopes of trees

Worn down by consistent visitors

 And I hold you, I feel warmth

Under the calluses of your hand

You, my brother, my friend

The fire of your heart and mine

I listen to their beat

Sit between two saplings

We pray they will make it

The sky is vast, calm, kind

I promise to fight by your side

Even in this time of peace

And our blood intermingles

Without having been shed