someharmindreaming: When she let him through the door She was on guard His awkwardness could be that
someharmindreaming: When she let him through the door She was on guard His awkwardness could be that of a fake About to be found out A tourist in her world, just there for the sights But she poured him a drink And they chatted about their days And they laughed and they fell at ease She asked him to remove her shoes She asked a little firmer He hesitated, appeared to panic Looked away And his head dropped There flowed her tender instinct She reached out and stroked his hair And his tears came And she knew he had not been lying And that he had had only one ache all his life And she felt he was shaking And that these waves of emotion Were unstoppable A lifetime catharsis That would run it’s course this night And throughout she would be there To pick up the pieces To teach him her voice Her touch Her rules And put this lovely man Back together Piece by piece Exactly how she wanted him -- source link