Lullaby

When I look at you, I don’t see just skin

Under dermis glistening romanticism

Sincerity’s softness. A gentle being.

I’ve crawled in your ear lobe hammock

Shut eyes as I felt you drop into slumber

Twisted your hair, lingering fingers

Drawn closer to view inside the meander

Nervous sometimes, reach to deeper

Watching your mannerisms. (I exhaled)

Crosses my thighs tighter, calves grip

We have typography like continents

Before drift tore their shores into half’s

Memories seeping a deeper elsewhere

I know your matter. Sweetheart wife

We have continuity without longevity

I fear the rage hidden fragility’s ferocity

Wishing to soothe acids ph to neutral

Beautiful, I’ve missed your core more