Refuge

I want to lock my black fingernails
through your sandy blonde hair,
rest my head on your chest
and not worry about tomorrow.
I want to thread our hearts together
hoping that it'll become a whole
from our tattered scars.
I want messy hair
finding refuge in
these tangled bead sheets-
into your shelter-
bound in your arms
when my mind is a storm outside-
a tsunami of deep night thoughts
when two tragedies become one
a tornado and hurricane-
can I just stay with you?
Because sometimes silence is violence
and I want to drown in the sound of your voice tonight.