Still

I want to fold you into me
carry promises like the
words you once wrote
on ivory parchment
in black ink
with letters that curved
and bowed
into fluid vows
inscribed by heart
tuck you precisely between
the safety of my rib cage
where truth remains, still
untouched by time
to reside
to endure
within each pulse echo

©Sabrina Escorcio
2018