Give me your rough skin and the tender flesh you hold on so tightly to.
Unfold the fist of your hand.
Let me smoothen the wrinkles of your worries.
Let me pluck the nails hammered into your shoulders.
Close those wet eyes of yours
into soft, solid, safe arms of slumber.
Give me your silver hairs and the overgrown dreams you wave away so quickly.
Uncover the blemishes of your heart.
Let me soothe your burning anger over the salted pains.
Let me caress your trembling echos over the betrayed promises.
Sink those bruised cheeks of yours
into lush, longing, loving lips of liberation.
Cradling thighs. Lingering fingertips. Kicking tummies.
