His fingertips, like icicles on my skin,

tracing my face with the delicacy of simple emotion.

Like glass he’s afraid to shatter, he hesistates on my cheek,

padding my freckles with his calluses.

He draws lines across my bumps and bruises with a tender cautiousness,

his eyes following my blush, brushing my lips with his nervous gaze

before dodging my stare.

His scan meets mine with wonderment,

like it’s the first time he’s ever really seen me.

His endearing eyes follow a single finger as he lightly runs it over a tangled curl,

fixating on its springing motion.

My fascination falls to his mouth with the same curious thoughts.

‘Will he do it?’ I think, willing my fortune on him.

I’m impatient.

He leans towards me with stilled breath and I freeze.

He touches another one of my loose curls, making it leap into my line of vision.

I let out a sigh of anxiety. We’re so close, I can feel the electric shocks.

If only he would...

shut me up.

Tell me everything.

Let your breath paint words on paper,

spilling your doubts, we’ll bear the burden of life together.

Let my hands be yours to guide the sword we wield as one,

sharing the triumphs, the slaying of dragons and demons.

We’ll armor our bodies with the security of another.

Let me know your heart and soul as if it is my own.

I want to know how the blood pumps through your veins

and how you make it through the day.

Take my terrified heart out of my clenched fists, I’ll forgive you for a kiss.

Grasp my tired shoulders, we’ll no longer bear the anxiety and anguish alone.

You’ll heal my scars with gentle delicacy, I’ll bandage your bleeding skin.

You’ve casted and carried this broken body long enough.

Tell me how your feet sing for the destination of your dreams,

watch me dance with my fingers and my mind.

Share your hopes with your eyes,

follow me, guide me, lead me, hold me

Tell me about your journey, past, to this moment, through our future.

Speak your thoughts, I want to know it all.

The good, the bad, and the uncomfortable.

Define our love with your hands and skin.

Light a spark, ignite a flame inside my dark mind,

cloud my ugly days with your rain.

We’ll shelter and watch the storm pass through.

For there is only so many sunrises, and I want to be with you for them all.

Take your words, your art, our love, and craft the story.

Breathe your words into a letter, bare yourself to me.

And tell me everything.