These are all my words: they are coming together in sweet harmony; pulsating through my veins like fresh bullets plummeting through skin — desperate to find their way out.
These are all my body parts: my hands, eyes, hair, skin, heart. They are laid out in front of you with a sort of openess only reserved for careless love with a propensity to spill over guarded palms. A sort of carefully thought out recklessness resides in the spaces between us. I take it all in.
These are all my pieces: a smattering of fragments strewn beneath your feet. They are yours for safekeeping — you tuck them in at night with the promise they remain unassailable in your care. I know I am safe with you.