Echo Your Pages

Some are too afraid to be loved.

I'm dying to dig into you, Desire.
I hear you request
that I proceed gently
through your skin,
Every layer
stings to peel away.
I am your ointment
made specially for you.
I was made
of all the same pains
healed over time
by self baby kisses
Self
was all I had.
I can teach you
I can be yours

Falling in love through poetry
I hear you from inside that fortress
I see you pacing around
Even through my own walls
We built the peering holes
in the exact same places
I see you
I see you
It's safe.