Her settles me down
As much as I bring comfort
And I’m needful but scared to
Just waiting for yes, you
Her poetry for me
And I for hers
I’ve learned some caution
Not nearly enough
Our touches are innocent
Excepting the maelstrom of desire that fuels them
Our words hidden
And behind our masks, improperly fitted, flash looks and smiles that burn
We are shadows of dancing flame
Shifting, waiting
For your decision
Made behind the walls
Of your prison
