Tender me the gentleness that I may be able to love you in still spaces. Let you be my camouflage from all the nameless storms, an indulgent interval where I can breathe freely. Touch my nape and words will be needless; your elbows knitted around my neck, your hands nestling on my shoulders will pacify all the impulsive blizzards in my tattered core. Nudge closer, your lovely temperate gaze soothes erratic exhalations evading my blustery eyes. This is where I yearn to wake up. Our adjacent nakedness huddled like sovereign clouds melting into the elation of one intersected quiver.
(for Psyche and her deep beautiful gazes)