The Process of Love

Smooth silk about me Pulling the lines from my heart The warmth about such things Melts away that cold certainty A boy pulling a little girl's hair A young man kissing a ladies hand An old man's watery stare Hidden words about me Dragging the pain from my experience The turbulence about such things Stokes the fire of that need A single bowl of breakfast A lonely breeze at dusk A shadow's death at night Giant hands about me Holding closely for my resolve The butterflies about such things Prop me on the edge of that cliff A finger to an uncertain fate A nudge toward my fears A step I must take forever