promise

Don't rush; be gentle, my love.
The tender dawn will light
our carefully folded secrets.

Will you pick on these moments?
There's no need to straighten
crushed sighs and crumpled smiles.

In these creases, you will find
our simple desires. Some slaked,
but most denied, in fears of rejection.

I know you laugh at my faith
(and it doesn't seek your approval);
but breathe carefully;its perfume will intoxicate,

I promise.