If I whispered into your heart
Would you be still enough to hear it?

Will you toil
Unknowing that your truth is love?

Can I caress your every worry
Knead them into dough
And watch it rise?

You, my love, are skeleton scaffolding,
White and blue waves disturbed by the boat,
Settling back into yourself.

You are the floating speck of dust
And the agonized howl of the wind

You are two small hairs on your chin
And every glimpse of beauty you’ve ever witnessed.

Have patience–
You will shake each shoulder
and watch illusions fall like caked dust

But for now, let this be us.
Our own divine love affair.

This, here, now
The shards of the mirror of media beyond you
Let your audience be your heart
And let your tears be your offering.

I only long to be the voice beside you,
Reminding you of your beauty
To help you notice the cracks on your knuckles,
To hold you— exactly as you are.