Draft #2:
its now thursday without my words
flowing the morning as I attempt a divergence
       along those lines
we found in the depth that uncovered
                                    a space so delicious.
true and just a little vulnerable

    its those  openings
whispered on lips, the soft brush of your tongue burning still

  i laughed because touching your tender guardedness
to glimpse that secret delicate you
(as your eyes captured me )
       that i will hold gentle