I exist
An exhibit
In the gallery
Of your heart
You stand before
The velvet
Rope
The signs
Say do not touch
The guards
Watch
Cross it
Come to me
Pull me
From the wall
I come to life
Gain dimension
Substance
Pull you
From your
World into mine
A moments
Courage
A blithe wish
Made true
My lips are soft
Sending soft trails
Warm whispers
Across your skin
Safe with me
We play as children would
And no one
Knows your heart
As well as i
MB Blissett 