A soft hand reaches for me
I'm there because I want to be
Once in awhile
It's nice
Slow down
not too much
We don't want to get use to
Each other
In hellos and goodbyes
We wait for callings and musings
As time goes by
we settle to
Sorting the past
Sharing our pages from memories
Stoned in the shapes of dreams we set
On the top shelf to age
Pillows beneath our wings
keep us from breaking
This time it's different
you sing in my ear
sweet
You touch my neck
with a kiss
I cannot repeat the ways
I've waited for you
without knowing the distance
You would have to reach for me
In substances I waded the past
to come home to you
inviting me in
To secret chambers you reserved for those willing to stand deep in your story
Non exempt in the fabric of unfolded sheets I laid down next to you
in sweet darkness
to be found
tenderly yours in the night
With chills
