When I feel lost
When my resolve slides toward doubt
When I think *I* know what's best
and stand alone in defiance of my heart
When I decide not to call
When I close my message unsent
When I self-edit until nothing of me
but only surface scratches remain
This is when you blush for me
and I wake up again in your arms
whispering a million morning,
late night, and rainy noon endearments
When I am warm and bare against you
When I am vulnerable and your own
your blush alone transports me back
on angel's wings at night
E.J.
Voyez-vous comment vous m'affectez? Que vous faites-il à mon coeur? Je n'ai jamais su. Jusqu'à ce que vous. Je n'ai jamais senti cette façon.
