You have beautiful fingers
You whisper to me
In my deepest moments.
You creep up behind me
A willow tree swaying in the wind
And adjust my breath so
That i breathe my celestial
Heart into your breath

Tracing lightning down your throat
Give me voice, let me speak
(For the first time tonite)
Let me weep
Let me sleep
Oh god let me sleep
I am oh so tired

My hands tremble
Struggling with the weight
Of expectation.

Are they still beautiful?