Indigo

by F.D. Soul

please, my love tell me you have patience let’s take these third-degree burns and pretend I am a redwood.

If I trace these words run my eyes over them like hands right across the skin of you often enough then perhaps I will learn you like braille like there isn't an ocean between us and then when I tell you my heart is too full of you

to fit anyone else in you will wrap your fingers around this gift curl the fear up into your palm and tell me that you trust me.

“look, here. just look at the loveliness of it all.”

Be gentle on your lungs. forgive them in great sobs when you must.

Tell me where your skin has been. who it holds and held and will. press it to mine.

tuck my breath into the folds of you. catch me up against the length of you. let me trace the earth of your home.

I can’t tell you how much I need you to see me.

Small talk She was never very good at small talk her heart was much too big her eyes too wide she could pour her soul into the palm of your hand and teach you how to feel

but for the life of her she could not ask and truly care what the weather chose to do.