you touch me with invisible tears
that drench me like a cloak,
and force me to slow my steps,
soften my tread,
silence my footfalls.
i do not need to say it,
but your liquid eyes of unfathomable what
bathe me like a consequence.
carefully, ever carefully,
i shall hold my soul to touch yours…
and you shall not need to ask again
“does he love me?”
er… taken from my roomfull of mush…. 🙂