Holding onto it is gravity
Anchoring me to the earth
Old red, blue, gray
Softer, softest
Your hair is so careless
It's your armor, your shield
Hiding in it saves you
Brown strands, long curls
Caring, but stranded
The spot in your neck
Where whispers are audible
Breathing into it I smile
Hidden skin above your collar
Private, but not secret
Your voice is firm, yet it shakes
In your familiar sweet rage
I mimic with my contralto
Never reaching your feelings
Feel it, I feel it
You're fading, I'm longing
Where eyes open to sun
And there, I leave you
Soft sleeves, sweet voice
Clinging to it, thinking of it
