I've never had the audacity to wait for a heart
But I imagine your silence was actually you asking me to sleep on it
So I curled up on your chest and learned patience
I didn't want to let the weight of my tears wake your gorgeous face
But, it's just the mornings, they can be so mortal
And you and I often are a bad dream
I imagine we have the same nightmares
I imagine catching you mid scream on a winter night
I swore then that I would kiss the fright from your voice If only you would let me, but that is your choice
If anyone should ever ask, I would say you are a wealth of Sundays
There is honesty in your touch
from the naval up, I have sailed your spine straight as a whistle
marveled at the industry of your mind
Do not blush
Do not look away
hold my gaze

He said he would hold my hand until I let go
He is willing to let go

Hold my gaze
Do not look away
I am not letting go

Just yet