Her love fell upon me softly
like confectioners’ sugar 
powdering warm doughnuts 
or
the steamy clouds of mist
flowing from the iron
she pressed on broadcloth.

There was an ease between us
resembling grace,
the familiarity of two 
who had danced together,
now reunited 
partners.

Our impenetrable fortress
in the cubby hole of a dark basement
hid us safely,  
dimly lit by a single bulb of light,
it was enough.

Enough to sustain us,
offering a space of comfort 
from the brutality raging upstairs 
in well-decorated rooms
preserved in plastic, all
untouchable objects.

I am grateful every day 
for how you saved me, and 
how I saved you too,
how we carried one another 
through the darkness 
into the full light brightly.

About the writer …
Linda Joy Walder, of Charleston, has written poetry in her mind since childhood. Her debut collection of poems, Running Naked in the Snow, published by Free Verse Press, is deeply rooted in a lifetime of magical and mournful circumstances.