i woke
with a poem
in my head
that i do not
feel like sharing
with a name
on my tongue
i have been
silently whispering
and a craving
of which
i cannot

some days
are like this
i clamp down
on my secrets
because i fear
may steal them

laugh at them
and that feels
like an insult more
than i can handle
in my eggshell

hold me,
my darling
in my silent whimsy
knowing that
i love you
just the same
the words bleed
or gently weep

to you, i
this hoarde
of unmentionable

i will write
the poem
on your palm
with kisses and breath
that trace
the delicate lines

so you can
keep me safe

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