and to awaken with your name safe in his mouth.
Resting on his tongue,like my palm in his.
A frame to fall into,
and to lay frozen with among risks taken, and lists written.
Hung by a magnet on his refrigerator,
paper thin, like his frame.
A horizon to sleep on,
and to stare at, weightless and free.
Ears filled with his whisperings,
warm like this night.
I'm holding his hand in mine, my frame against his, staring straight into the horizon.
Our need for each other is tested in the atmosphere, and he kisses my ear with words so sweet.
Light in his arms, my body is limpid.
Right through me he see's, nothing to hide.
All my love for him lays within.
