Too fragile
To be touched 
Too delicate
To be pressed

Some are painted
Illustrated
Others possessed

Who can tell her this?

Knowing her life
Might only consist
Admired from afar
But never kissed

Would it crush her?

Breath of wind
Swell to rise
Ride in its crests
Rest in its folds
Rock gently to and fro
The ocean in me

Tenderness envelopes
Hidden glory
Untouched
Only revealed
By your light and warmth
Patience, spring is coming

A beautiful art exists
With card, paint and ink
Stunning prose, striking verse
Whale, woman and moon

In case of goodbyes
Parting silence
I hope, to not ever
Give to you

Thread through empty fingers
Softened in wrestless hands
Held open for warm bodies
Reasons to softly land

To love and keep on loving

Like hands held gently 
Our ties envelope us
Guard against the fray
Keep our fears at bay

Knit within the womb
Passing too soon
Creations a symbol
Of love for you

You think for me
While I think of you

I write

My way out of
dark
dead end
loneliness

My way in to
light
way forward
Your heart

Stories fill my mind
Mine, yours, theirs, ours
Reminisced and real
Unwritten and imagined
Lines between a blur

To no end

Burnt toast
Battles abandoned
Blues on repeat
Books unread
Blinding smiles
Black brews
Banter and debrief
Bed of blossoms
Birds on window
Burgeoning words
Basking in she
Bringing me life
Bliss