pockets

pockets
hold the soul
of your hand
in warmth
and comfort

pockets
hide the treasures
of the world
in safety
and seclusion

pockets
are hard to reach into,
never deep enough,
and spoil the line
of your clothes

telling tales about
the wearer
to everyone
who sees

stay close to me
and i'll protect you
from prying eyes

pickpockets in
disguise
could be anywhere

(lean)