Cuddle me, and let your arms be the harbor
where my restless thoughts dock after the storm.
Be the hush that quiets the thunder in my chest,
the velvet night that swallows every alarm.
Let your heartbeat be a drum against my ear,
a steady metronome against my doubt.
Wrap me in the silk of your quiet presence,
and stitch the fraying edges of my rout.
Cuddle me like dawn cradles the horizon,
soft, unwilling to let darkness linger.
Let your breath be the ember that won’t go cold,
melting the frost that clings to my finger.
I’m a leaf caught in a wind of borrowed worries
hold me still, and let the gale move on.
In the sanctuary of your hold, let time forget me,
till morning finds me where I belong.
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 8:42 AM UTC
Cuddle me, and let your arms be the harbor
where my restless thoughts dock after the storm.
Be the hush that quiets the thunder in my chest,
the velvet night that swallows every alarm.
Let your heartbeat be a drum against my ear,
a steady metronome against my doubt.
Wrap me in the silk of your quiet presence,
and stitch the fraying edges of my rout.
Cuddle me like dawn cradles the horizon,
soft, unwilling to let darkness linger.
Let your breath be the ember that won’t go cold,
melting the frost that clings to my finger.
I’m a leaf caught in a wind of borrowed worries
hold me still, and let the gale move on.
In the sanctuary of your hold, let time forget me,
till morning finds me where I belong.
Begging my lover to cuddle me