Ive always hidden from his eyes

Deep tender brown that strive for mine

I often look away or look afar

I find shelter in the shadow of his neck just besides his throat

And I seem to know where his fingerprints are set

I count each star as I count each sin

But to belong to him and to feel in my shelter a resonate approach

His lips form words I never thought Id own.

He tells me between whispers that he needs me

And Ive lost the symphonies words make inside my head for him

I rise from this coward shelter and I see the way his pupils dilate

Theres silence in our hands

Theres chaos in our heads

Somehow he makes me want to breathe

Somehow he makes me want to stay.