Guard this soft place in him,
fragile and glowing beneath hesitant hands that skim.
Let its shape be known,
yet shield it from the fear that coils when fire is shown.
Edges skim like tides along stone,
fingers tracing constellations on skin he cannot own.
Light slipping through the spaces he cannot claim,
a glow he reaches for but cannot name.
Forgive what never touched,
bless the warmth that flickered, fled, and meant so much.
Hold close the closeness trembling near,
shelter tenderness unclaimed, a quiet thing you revere.
Let it rest in the quiet vault above,
a whisper folded gently between confession and love.
Breathe over what remains unspoken,
cover the fragile ache with hands that soothe the broken.
Let it linger sacred and unbroken still,
a soft fire burning only in shadow as it will.
A hymn for what was never ours to fill,
yet offered tenderly and holy still.
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 3:41 AM UTC
Guard this soft place in him,
fragile and glowing beneath hesitant hands that skim.
Let its shape be known,
yet shield it from the fear that coils when fire is shown.
Edges skim like tides along stone,
fingers tracing constellations on skin he cannot own.
Light slipping through the spaces he cannot claim,
a glow he reaches for but cannot name.
Forgive what never touched,
bless the warmth that flickered, fled, and meant so much.
Hold close the closeness trembling near,
shelter tenderness unclaimed, a quiet thing you revere.
Let it rest in the quiet vault above,
a whisper folded gently between confession and love.
Breathe over what remains unspoken,
cover the fragile ache with hands that soothe the broken.
Let it linger sacred and unbroken still,
a soft fire burning only in shadow as it will.
A hymn for what was never ours to fill,
yet offered tenderly and holy still.