Peaking Out of My Shell

Every time I brave looking you in the eye, you interact with the insecurity hiding behind them and silently try to caox them out.

It's like you make a beautiful braid out of the things you hear me say, and you let the braid be, no challenges.

When your lips press up against my eye lid and cheek, I get a little bit weak--out of vulnerability, not loss of strength; though, your embrace is so deliberate, it somehow eases my fragility.

I could swim in the butter of your beautiful skin; but even just the vibration of our silence stirs up some dust inside my chest.

You could be talking about anything and I would be eager to listen for I smile from something deep down inside me when you're around.