The body is fragile.
Skin soft, a pillow for the weary to lay their heads.
Cheek to cheek a warm cushion.
Hair entangles lovers in its web,
Bridging the space of dreams
To thread itself with another.
Somewhere, two tears roll silently together,
Damaged by the hands of others.
Between sheets of ice upon the mattress.
A fresh awakening,
Air tickles at the skin.
Some bodies disappear
With the morning’s breath.
But friendly freckles await to greet me good morning.
Stretched eyelids of tracing paper
Reveal internal thoughts
Written out in blue and red veins,
popping over the surface,
‘I will stay’.