to find comfort in your arms is disconcerting (to me)
for I have been hurt, and within that pain
i lost pieces of my faith, my innocence
(some of my sweetness, too)
i settle into the curve of your palm
happy to stay here [for a while]
in this gentle cradle
your kindness touches me
as tangibly as your lips at my cheek.
the way you look at me
[so respectful and sweet]
makes me feel like a lady
when your eyes meet mine
[with desire]
i want to melt into the swirls of your fingertips
and taste the salty secrets of your skin
each time we part
-i think it will be the last-
yet
every time i find that i return
yes, every time i learn
a little more about the way
your heart beats
every time i add my fragrance
to your rumpled cotton sheets.
my heart
has cried a lifetime, it seems -
for (initially) a boy
shattered glass within my chest
and yet somehow you [slowly]
bring the pieces back together
(reflecting hope every which way)...
suddenly there is a new way to see
suddenly there is a heart
beating clearly
inside of me.