Camoflaged

somewhere 

in the simplicity of destiny 

you buried your frailty carefully 

to conceal your fragile humanity, 

and if I’d never seen how readily 

your skin succumbs to kisses, 

or how your breath shatters 

at a well placed whisper, 

or even how a delicate touch 

can effortlessly break your will, 

I’d never know that you 

were made to be loved 

gently