Never exploring outside
The commitment to commitment
Of stubbornness shorn,
Never allowing my own happiness, now
Terrified on the brink of allowance,
Standing naked in the sun, wanting
Sweetly what I trust more than not,
I chance the burn.

You can’t understand the strength of this trust,
It cannot be articulated in words,
Only in the touch of a kiss on salty tears
Or a slow soft caress of possession.