Velvet Smoke

He speaks in a voice of velvet smoke;
It dances on my skin and into my mind,
Sinking in beneath the fear,
Speaking truths I can�t deny�

Afraid to touch for I don�t want to feel;
Feeling means I�ll lose control.
Afraid to love for I don�t want to fall;
Falling means my heart might break.

He can see right through me.
The smoky velvet that is his voice
Envelops my translucent heart of glass,
A silent angel chasing away the fear.

His gentle hand caresses my face,
And though I grasp so tightly to
The frayed edges of my control, I can�t hold on,
And I feel myself falling.

He�s breaking my heart, he�s letting me fall,
But he�ll soften the landing with
Velvet smoke rings around a promise
To piece my heart together again.

Michelle Elizabeth Bernard
�10-27-99

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