#softtst

Sit quiet.  my tongue doesn’t belong to its own mouth.  but goodnight my love,  the night so blue,  is sweet and dear.  goodnight.  it seems the night  in all its ink-stained hues likes to take and ache.  goodnight my love,  goodnight.  May we  Dream each other Near.

I hate storms for  The sake of someone else.  I'll hold you in this hurt,  Until the roar of water passes. There's so much in a person's presence:  The pulse of a heart,  The safety of a warm pair of arms.  It's alright if you're tired:  You can lean on me for a time.

some words live as faeries,  dancing amongst fair folk;  bright, so bright,  skimming ember tongues,  flashing red amongst the coals:  they love, just love, just love to caress, to play, to laugh for to them, the fire is just a game,  and but one breath can puff them alight  again. and every now and then,  they bewitch a note, a song, a giggle,  with a flame lick of thrill some nights so strong  it never, no never goes.

You star my eyelids: And it's a bright that blinds  This long eclipse.

You say more than you mean to.  Perhaps, it's the golden spill  Of his eyes.  Maybe it's the moon.