search me out......
search me out on the edges of the knife
which slices through layers of cloud,
speak softly, not loud, and let me
lie myself prone, the drone of silence
becoming our shield.
feel me full
of you, the newness of breath
taking us in to chests
this is not a fountain of folly -
no volleying of wit and charm is necessary.
tarry not, my sweet, repeat the
beat of my heart in your palm.
you have the charm of
search me out beneath the blanket
of my peace and i will kneel
on knees in reverence