Hold me in soft silence,
read my heart aloud knowing
that every beat is painted in
Let me come undone with yearning
knowing there is safety in longing.
My breath is a warm sigh against
your skin and love is the ember we
hold to our lips in winter’s unfolding.
Allow us to come undone quietly
without the thistle of war or
the bind of garland about our feet,
a tender loosening of ties,
mountains reduced to pebbles.