i imagine how your hands clasp mine.
we are a bravery that led to senses.
of understanding whispers, or of character in windows of time.
of future times, slowly with deep eyes.
like beautiful surrender wrapped up, frozen…
follow me to my heart that risks. vulnerable, slow down, slower. testing the dream, flames shift.
where your hands are a metaphor for your heart waiting for strength and a voice, waiting to begin and not end. to feel safe and live inside me to tell me your beautiful words.
© r.e.l. 9/28/14