i can feel her.

her body said i want to open my words to you.tell you those hesitant letters to form connections across barriers I’ve laid to hold you at bay.

and.

-i believe that.-when she whispers with iris wide and glossy.its dangerously comforting. to be wanted emotionally.can i say I’m privileged. can i say  i  f e e l blessed. for you to open drawers of stress for companionship. darling its rare.

how-ever.

you can only hate me more the closer we become. fragile your limbs will be the more you ease the grip of your exquisite tongue.

there…is danger in our openness. slavery in your delivery. and hate in this possibility.

love

dont rush into these arms of mine.

take your time. think it … over.

i rather your silence be easy                                                                                                          and wisdom in your speaking.

     //

as she curled under our rest. hesitating.

lungs ebbing.breath.

*wooooosssssshhh*