Sitting on the crook of my neck
is the warmth from your soft kiss.
The tingle beneath my skin
is brought on from your embrace.
You speak of rainbows,
without moving your lips.
A language only we understand
comforting as the darkness falls.
In moments when I miss our place,
my hand holds still inside your chest.
In this thrashing ocean
I lay down my trust.
You pull me in to meet your gaze
a whisper sweeps to my ear.
I lost my heart that day.
It lies now in your hands . . .
keep it safe.