All is full of love.
But, of brevity,
fuller.

i dont think you realize
you saved my life that night
burrowed in blankets
and hiding my face

"I know that sleeping bodies hide sweet things inside"

you pulled me from that edge
without knowing
theres no going back now

can you call me?
i need to feel like
im not the only person
in the universe

maybe one day
ill tell you
the significance of that call

*"I will sail home again concealed among the upright walking men
to know that sleeping bodies hide sweet things inside."

Feelings.
Emotions.

They interrupt, deceive.

Are they necessary?

Yes.
*Yes.

An aura of every color.

Mystifying.

Yet, you sheathe it.

Your voice healed me.

Wait.

I've never heard you speak.