love me gently

As you lay with me and

the wind from my lips carries

a light breeze along your

lashes, the static of my touch

supports the pulse of

your veins and my smile

makes your own creep

across your cheeks...

Remember, I know all too

well the track the tear

takes to get to the tip of the

night at night and I will bruise

easily from the weight of

your fingertips on my skin.

I am as burdened as any

so please... love me gently.

-Amy Brianne

Photo by Amy Brianne