with your thick hair and esoteric eyes
and your words peel me back
to pressure your lips
I swear I'll play nice
with my magic fingers on your cheeks
let me slip along your skin
and teach you the words to love me
it's all in the palms of our hands
and I wonder if our existence can breathe
in the passion of all things new
there's a softening of the flesh
it's where need creates beauty
and iron muscle melts to hope
my intensity speaks clearly
and I think that I might need you
the sharpening edges of emotion
sigh the semantics of understanding...
in this moment,
I'm here with you
and it is enough.
