I found love in the way you threw your head back laughing,
And the looks you gave me from across the room.
I wanted you to find peace with your head on my chest,
In an unmade bed
As you listen to me breathing,
Because there is beauty when our bodies come together:
Hands laced and fingers locked.
Movement like music.
But you cover the tracks I leave on your spine when I trace it with my fingertips.
You hope for no one to notice.
You are afraid they will look at me and won't understand.
But we are merging like oil on canvas,
Though you find shame every time I drip down into you.
Don't hide me away when I am begging for you to live and breathe me.
Let them lose you as you follow the tracks that lead you back to me.