She surrenders to the whispers naively portrayed through my stare

How easy it is to awaken her neglected smile

With every ounce of hunger diminishing from our tangled limbs

She's witnessed many variations of taunted accusations

I know

My hearts frequented too many paths pitched in black , lacking flares that would illuminate any other insinuations

So I refuse to expose her to anymore heedless quarries

Instead

I'll embrace her rain and dance in our thunder and trust that she'll do the same