And when I hold this precious body, the sacred bronze skin, little moles and freckles settle in.
And because when I look over at him In the dark,
In the moonlight shadow,
he's sleeping and -
he looks at me,
his eyes wide shut.
He sees me,
like a flower that is open and soaking in the sun.
Exposed yet nurtured,
life begun.
He sees me,
with his eyes wide shut,
and hears me
with his heart wide open.
He feels me and -
with our matching breath
sings to me,
when I'm broken.