the edges of myself

your perfectly unprotected form

defenses down, exuding innocence

and beauty– the gentle curve of

your shoulders– a silent tribute to

adolescence and a boy who still peeks

out from behind the eyes of a man.

 

the soft rhythmic movement of

life rippling through your cells–

each one perfectly formed and

singing in concert– professing their

oneness silently

at the top of their lungs.

 

there is no piece of you

i don’t want to hold– i’d

carefully cradle each individual part–

sing it to sleep and keep it safe–

carry it through the night–

safe from demons and monsters.

 

Hurt

cannot touch you in my arms–

and if it tries– you will not have far

to seek refuge– simply rest

your head back–

and soften your senses

into mine.