This is my armor, that I will lay gently beside us as we wrap ourselves in egyptian cotton and keep each other warm.
This is my heart that wonders if it can be brave enough to come out and play with you. I have put it back together with duct tape and honey. It seems to be beating regularly. I promise to check it on a consistent basis.
These are my lips that miss your touch; your hands that graze against my cheek, like the first time an artist’s brush kisses the canvas.
This is my smile….the one that has been hidden away in the bottom drawer of my antique dresser. I’m not sure how you found it under all my crumpled t-shirts.
This is my ego that I am surrendering to, just for tonight…just long enough to type these words. I am tempted to surrender tomorrow as well.
These are the stars that I lay beneath in the cold for no other reason than I know that you are under them too.
Thank you for your arms that wrap around me your affections when indentations shadowed in type are not enough. Shamefully, I crave that more often than I will tell you. I fear that your touch will remain part of my dreams..my tainted rem sleep.
Thank you for kissing me in places that do not know shadows or light…the places where band-aids won’t stick. Thank you for seeing my body as beautiful and something to be cherished. Thank you for allowing me to know yours.
Thank you for your humor that envelops me…your moves…your beautifully maniacal crazy moves.