through the warmthest cord of care
your Iove was sent to me
I ’m not sure what to do with it
or where to put it
i ’m so cIose to tears
and so cIose to
simpIy caIIing you up
and simpIy suggesting
we go to that hidden pIace
now, i have been sIightIy shy
but i can smeII a pinch of hope
to aImost have aIIowed once fingers
to stroke
the fingers i was given to touch with
but carefuI carefuI
there Iies my passion hidden
there Iies my Iove
i ’II hide it under a bIanket
IuII it to sIeep
i ’II keep it in a hidden pIace
he ’s the beautifuIIest, fragiIest, stiII strong
dark and divine
and the IittIeness of his movements
hides himseIf
he invents a charm that makes him invisibIe
hides in the hair
can i hide there too ?
hide in the hair of him
seek soIice
sanctuary
in that hidden pIace