When words would rather escape me
I cannot breathe, I just wish to be free.
Paint a vibrant canvas with pleasure
that moment when a heart is a picture.
If I could stay in that quiet respite
would then fear were my outfit.
To swell itself around my state of mind,
to always catch me, where love unwind.
I held her in my arms one winter day
I knew in that breath this was a way
to give back, to feel her soft gasp
listening I could within my grasp.
I wanted only to hold her pain,
the words alone wouldn’t explain.
© aquietwalk 4/2022