I warm my hands in the

Hollow of your back

And I feel

Expecting feathers or something

Light and soft

Against my fingertips

But finding only

The warmth of your skin

I warm my lips against

The nape of your neck

And move across in search

For the beat of war drums

The beat of a fierce sadness

But find only peace in your pulse

I warm my feet under

Your bed covers

And hide my smiles

In the softness of your hair

I look for leafs or twigs

Something wildly romantic

And adventurous

But find only strands of

Blond and brown

I keep my secrets in your

Eyes

And whether or not you may know this

You hold an entire life's biography

In the your pupils

I tell all about

Everything

And kiss you so you smile

So that I can tell you

How beautiful you are

And hide away inside your arms

I give you my heart

Encrusted with jewels

And embedded with glass

Hairline fractures like an old

Antique tea cup

Filled with peppermint leafs

And honey

And tears

I whisper my fears

Into your kiss

And wish I was small

So that I could fit in your tear drops

And whisper

I… Love… You

Whenever I see fit

dedicated to little girls with teacup hearts