My arms hold,

Your broken wings,

As your soft lips find mine.

The scent of flowers,

Fills me as I lay my head,

In the crook of your shoulder.

Asking me if I am okay,

Your beautiful brown eyes,

Full of concern.

Your weight against me,

A pleasant pressure,

That I am only too glad to bear.

Fast and slow,

Heart in my mouth and on my sleeve,

Glad for your tenderness.