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i.
 
you believe in
invisibility,
moving in circles,
landing gently and
with delicacy,
barely a whisper
of notice,
leaving no
trace of your
existence
 
i believe in
transparency,
emotions gaping,
like a stain glass
window warmed
by a mid-July
sun,
i project kaleidoscopes
upon blank surfaces in
magenta, turquoise,
and emerald
 
ii.
 
your butter soft hands
are everything,
tenderness
enveloping my fingers,
encircling my soul
 
you are the shelter
from storms
that rage
beneath my skin,
leaving silent scars
and blemishes
where
no one else
can dare
witness,
the safe haven
for my
overworked heart
to breathe,
inhaling deep,
exhaling slow
 
iii.
 
somewhere between
where you pull back
and i push forward,
we meet
dead center of
two divergent
forces,
maybe for you too much
maybe for me not enough
but its all about
the leap,
landing on
the bridge between
intact
 
iv.
 
in the gloaming,
when a hush
falls the earth
and invisible creatures stir,
my heart whispers
how it feels
your own:
 
like a Glasswing butterfly
perched in your hand,
flapping its wings against
the silk of your furrowed skin,
tenderness spreading across
gossamer and tendril,
entrenching itself
in your heart line
 
rooting, not
because
you enclosed it with
a velvet fist,
its pinions beating against
your digits,
its lust for living
slowly sapped 
by the capture
of insecurity
 
rather,
your satin palm splays
in graceful humility,
risking any love
by giving it room
for exit