You reach for me, the tips of your

calloused fingers brush my

wet

 cheek and in the dim light I

notice that your nails are

ragged.

I don’t have to

wonder why.

Leaning into your warmth my

eyes drift shut and I simply

feel you. All of you.

Under you is

the only home I need.

Slowly I lead your

broken hand (heart)

to my chest. Maybe the frail flutter

of mine will give yours life

again. In the moonlight you

breathe my name,

exhalted.

And to my tingling ears it sounds

like a word that I could

love.

This is power.

You brush my loose hair

from my face and

gently kiss my

mouth.

The delicate pressure of your

desire for me

feels like comfort.

As the burning of my innocence

subsides I feel your strength and

your yearning soul.

In the veiling darkness we make

beautiful noises together.