There is something in you. Worth so much more than you know. Mustering up the voice. To say something to me. The crowd drowns. Spins out of control, Like the universe between our eyes.
Still resting on your brow. For the few minutes after you wake. Before your breath. Become regulated, Before you dress for the day.
Tamed to accomodate my sensitivities. Crouching to be with me must, Sometimes hurt your knees.