With you I am silent- I curl into the S of your body
and linger over the pounding rhythm beneath your skin.
With you I am hesitant- drifting like a balloon released
from a child’s grip, aloof and straying too far away.
With you I am magical- my incantations will drip and slide
across the bedsheets to widen your eyes.
With you I am bitter- incessantly licking my wounds,
dredging up venomous words that I wanted forgotten.
With you I am timid- slowly swallowing my inadequacies,
tucking each fault under my coat to study later, alone.
With you I am famished- tearing at your silky hair
with desperate shaking hungry hands.
With you I am safe- layered in our whispers of faith,
awash in your breath like soft salty waves.