Morning Words


He singes wishes
On my skin
Early
In the morning
Under the honest
Light
Of the sun
So that they
Can’t be undone
Or misunderstood
So I know
That this
Is
How he sees me
Real
Open
With no hope of
Hiding
All the me
That he
Loves
With the need
Of his tongue
At a measured
Pace
He takes
His quiet language
In it’s strength
And writes it
Lightly
All along the length
Of my trembling
Flesh
Breath
Fixed in my best
Attempt
To not disturb
The beast I see
In the back
Of those eyes
That shine
For no one else
But me
Despite my secret need
To see it be
Unleashed
I keep hands
Still
At my side
And my eyes
Cry tears
That spill
At the high
That he wills
From my mind
At the arch
He fashions
Of my spine
An architect
Blueprints designed
To map
Measure
Melt
My heart
With his lines
His language
His words
And God help me
I can’t help it
That I love
How it hurts
How I needed
Someone
To force my hand
To make me face
Myself
Like this
Unplanned
Undone
No makeup
Or covers tucked
Around
This naked flesh
Just me
The way his mind sees
All
At
It’s best
So that he might manage
To hide
The no’s
And procure
Only ever
The
Yes

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