12

Sometimes you are naked with me
and there is a calm in it,
that cannot be faked.
Your skin is warm and ordinary,
no image —
just a man who doesn't have to hide.
You're lying on the sheet
and your breath makes small waves in the fabric,
as if even the world could be soft for a while.
I — the yin part —
press close to you
and for the first time I am not ashamed
that I need to be protected.
You can carry that.
Without a word.
Just because.