You say you want to know I’m all yours—
and something fragile in me leans toward you,
like a candle begging the dark not to swallow it.
I could say yes
God, I could say it so easily—
let the word fall from my lips
~I want to be yours~
in the quiet way your name settles in my chest,
in the way my hands remember you
even when they’re empty.
~I want to be yours~
like a secret kept too long,
aching to be spoken
but terrified of the sound it will make.
So, I, we-
We linger instead-
Just at the edge of us
Or of what could be us..