My sleepy headed one.
How does knowing you
make all other knowings,
so very small.

Somewhere, you sit
with your head in your hands,
wondering how to make things right.
But step back a moment,
lean out your chin -
let me stroke your fears
down your cheek,
and gather them into my life.

Seeing your face light up
when I sink behind your eyes;
I love your presence holding me,
so tight in your arms -
or any other lifetime.

Your struggle is clear,
fighting every unjust word said;
to you, about you,
against you, against me.

When you see things for how they are,
you will see the no need;
to worry, to fight, to stress;
to think of not seeing me.

In my skin, I feel
what it is to be wanted.
From a twirl in front of pots,
to being in your favourite spot -
as your backpack, on the roads;
I want to keep on keeping on.

I've been scared of falling in,
sometimes i don't feel enough.
But with you, i can see,
that there is already love.