Between Two Storms

the silkiness of you

a pink petal from my body

more bright and beautiful than any other part of me

your newness

my little drift of warm, untouched snow

blushed by the sunrise

of a brand new life

encircled by the fierce fire in my chest

that burns to preserve you

lighting tenderness on my fingertips

to encase you

and always, always to marvel at the beauty of your smooth skin

my shorn little lamb

raw and vulnerable

yet brimming bright with potential

when I lift you

bring you home

your skin against mine

(at last at last)

I realise every cell of me was aching to do it

and now I'm home, too

we're the softest lego pieces

a perfect, squishy fit

for a moment

I forget to regret

the new folds and rolls I've collected

instead: relief

ah, but at least I am soft enough

for the newness of you

ever in awe of your perfection

never before have I counted to ten

again and again

with so much wonder

even those tiny wrinkles: flawless

a song to my palms

you, so little

yet so big in my world

you are my world

and I am yours

we are a world of satin cushion skin

years will roughen us both

nights will spike long

blurry coffee stained days will grate

life will scar us

but for now

in this perfect droplet of a brand new moment

between two storms

we are nothing but silken love

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I wrote this for the Smooth challenge. I hope you liked it. :-D