Open Arms

i was starved white desert ground

i was dry a hungry child

i lived my life, dotted ‘i’s knotted fingers toed the line

then your open arms

i’ve been crying all of my life i guess and all my smiles were just cringing and tired now your sleeves are dryin my eyes i find these bleary sights are cuff polished and bright i’ve been crying all of my life but here entwined in sinew and fire