In Your Hands

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.

for us–
speaking volumes.

I lost my heart that day.
It lies now in your hands . . .
keep it safe.

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28 comments

  1. nice…i totally understand the language only we understand…and that is awesome…and the trust it takes to truly give that heart….nice write jess…

  2. Jess…another example of just how wonderfully you weave the words. The beautiful but simple language allows the reader to experience the depth of emotion the piece just drips with. I love how you are able to express so much, yet keep your work approachable and so easy to fall into. Love the image as well…

    1. What a beautiful thing to say Natasha. Honestly, I really love your description and am honored you enjoyed it. ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. 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.

    this is hot, romantic thoughts, thanks for sharing.

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