nobody knows the name of this thing and you are between your bed


Is this the kind  of love you have, for my face, not my body?
Does yours sing at night, waitin?

I take a breath before your lips, 
the husky scent of your love

This bliss knows its name
 you hold 
me the secret 
in your loving arms
like hairpins that  keep me from driving into the abyss
 unlike the abyss, your love's perpetually
an invitation ,
a glance
           into sun-rays 

(but if I speak like this it is because I am no one)

each types'a  love letter