You make me want to be soft,
Drape you in the gossamer silk of skin
Touching you with nothing but the gentle caress of tenderness,
Whispers across your cheeks from my eyelashes and lips
Sparks beneath my fingertips to warm you
In return for the quiet you give me,
The stillness of early mornings
Waiting with baited breath for you to rise like the sun
While I gaze at your sleeping face
Which inspires the tenderness I can only wish to emulate.