1.

Wrap me in the safety of your arms,

teach my body to love you.

Introduce yourself to me with a longing kiss, telling me all the things you need to do to me;

“salacious, concupiscent” things.

things our mothers warned us to be wary of.

I will permit myself to be consumed by the fire that is your love, 

my water flows but the fire never burns out.

Days pass,

Weeks come and go,

and I am still safe.

I wait - without fear - for the moment where l fully lose myself to you.

“A wandering Spirit never finds a resting place” but this body finds a home in you.

Sheltered from the darkness of the outside world

shielded in our bubble

blocking out the voices that say we cannot,

our every whisper louder than the noise.

“come here” you say to me.

This is a soft place.

2.

A soft place is a couch, or a book, or a person

Two times I have sought it out 

Two times I have found

What I want is for my hand to be held with gentleness

and for my walls to be shattered in equal measure.

Hands wrapped around my throat,

sheets, legs, splayed

“please” - a small gasp and a brief whisper, synchronously.

A wicked smile accompanied by tender eyes; discordant, but I know.

You are my favorite flavor (and)

we are both reminded every time by the subtle grazing of our lips.

“come here” you say to me.

This is a warm place.

3. 

Once more I am wrapped in a layer of warmth,

It is sweater weather every day. 

I do not have to be someone else here.

A bare Soul

punished by words that lack goodwill

now finds safety.

Your Kindness, taken for granted

forcing you to be another thing (but)

I will guide you back to yourself.

A loving smile, a lingering touch,

an easy love.

“come here” you say to me.

I am yours, you are mine and we are home.