"I was so afraid I'd end up in an abusive relationship with one of those bitchy girls. I'm so glad I found you..."

when your eyes are dead and dry,
I'll be the sun to your moon...

I wrote these lines not knowing
who I was writing for or to,
hoping they would someday find
the object of my affection.

they now belong to you.

give me the trembling
in your voice,
the gentle
curve of your eyelids,
lashes wet with dew
like the morning after a storm.

give me your lips
at the hollow of my throat,
breath shaking as my skin
kisses you back.

I will always speak to you
with a softness previously
unknown to these lips,
hold you with an intensity
I had previously
come to fear.

I am not afraid
of your rough edges.
even your teeth
taste gentle to me, love.