go on and fold my hair through your fingertips. brush my cheek with your warm hand. find me, see me, swallow me in wordlessness.
dear lover, it’s the gentlest touch that pulls my heart from easy resting. you’ll find a poem in the rhythm of the smallest beating moments. in the silence hear the melody. in the chaos bring me home.
my lover, dear lover, won’t you sing me to sleep. with the sweet smell of spring, and us, tangled in limbs.