A clearing glance through hooded eyes
Your stained hands, steady.
A nervous step by wobbling feet,
Your quiet attention, unwavering.
A choked word whispered in a hush sound,
Your stoic eyes, unflinching.
And as I turn to leave,
Your fleating smiles emerges,  
Send my mind into a frenzy, my feet into speed,
I know that smile, love
It will be the destruction of me.

Tell me little one
of the stories on your tongue,
Where the waning moon shines,
brighter than the morning sun.
And the fierce fire breathing dragon,
a lullaby softly hums.

Tell me little one
of the stories in your heart,
Where the glorified hero
was no more than a fool.
And the gentlest being
was an old weathered ghoul.

Tell me little one
of the stories in your soul
Where the conquering princess,
was far from distress
And of the villain who
was graced with righteousness.

For your walls too, have stories
but pay no head their lies.
Open wide, little one
And see the world with your own two eyes.

Bury my nose in the crevice of your skin
Deep breaths, taking you in.

Wandering hands start a fire within,
Fleeting kisses upon your chin.

Drawing you close, taking you in,
I trace our stories across your skin.