Glove

A glove is here
At the end of my heart
A refuge and a new start
Here in the close

Domes over us are clouds
With tips so easily found
With ridges too fluffy
To resist a wraparound
Even drowning out soft
All the while doming
Our familiar ground forgets
That it is he we stick to
So i promise the care
Is weightless
Here in the close

Nothing more but grass and grass
With a subtle promise of trees
And barns and hills and things
Nothing Here in the close

It takes me all i have
Here inside the soul of sound
To remember to lift

It takes me all i have
And even that betrays me
When i remember the kisses
I have forsaken
In the leather worn bag
Of my heart
Just outside the close