Made you look

Ive always hidden from his eyes

Deep tender brown that strive for mine

I often look away or look afar

I find shelter in the shadow of his neck just besides his throat

And I seem to know where his fingerprints are set

I count each star as I count each sin

But to belong to him and to feel in my shelter a resonate approach

His lips form words I never thought Id own.

He tells me between whispers that he needs me

And Ive lost the symphonies words make inside my head for him

I rise from this coward shelter and I see the way his pupils dilate

Theres silence in our hands

Theres chaos in our heads

Somehow he makes me want to breathe

Somehow he makes me want to stay.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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