Soft.

You are a soft place to land

A perfect fit to my hand

I long to hold you near

To draw you tight & hear

The soft drum in your chest

My head lies still in this nest

A brush of your lips on my neck

My insides become a wreck

When you are away from me

I will greet you home with glee

Hold onto us, chase away doubt

I will love you until time runs out.