Your name written in italics,
hidden from view, the light of their weight
bears down on my chest, and I am
inundated by your
warmth and mellowed security.
I walk with you in darkened silence, my life
gently careening into yours.
For you I am soft, smiling easy I open
in your hands, against your strength.
Clothes cover the carpeted floor,
earrings and eyes line the counter, yet
we feign rest or sleep, cradled in words,
lips of color and tint,
unburdened by the passing world outside.
I am all temperature and silken flowers
strung along, tied to your side.
I need for you to know, my love,
that for you, I am falling, and life
couldn’t be any simpler.