Say it, if even in your heart.

 Smeared.

Layers of flesh dissolved by the hand of your words, painting me naked, until I have no skin.

Until the warble of my heart is no longer my own.

There is no such thing as alone.

This is what happens when you sip the cup of full right to live.

Deeper, purer honesty, and words, you kiss me like you’re my last lover. I savor the flavor of you on my lips and wait for you on the hour to give you the best of me.

pour through me again. love, i have missed you. kiss me gently on the highest part of my cheek, where the skin is soft and sensitive to the way your lips press down, letting me know you feel the tender parts.

soften my spirit while preserving the strength to be bold in my caring, and fierce in my knowing.

I will take up space.

I will reach down into the cavernous inside and embrace the most precious parts with tender hands, peeling the petals back to show you little pieces of me that would otherwise remain a mystery.

I will take you in. I will feel you, rich and rippling inside me, where this love makes sense.

Dark. Deep in the secret compartment of the hidden drawer on the bottom floor where no one has gone, not even me, for a very long time.

I'd rather right the sunshine to replace the rain,

but the moisture is so natural and needed.