It is fragile
How your hair bends across your forehead
You don�t even seem to feel it
Lying there
It has to be itching you
Tickling your head, where I want to kiss
So softly
I want to pull it away
Run my fingers through that hair
Tug on it just a little
Smooth it all back
Let my hands slide over
The back of your head
Clasping together behind your neck
So now I am facing you
Looking directly into your face
Your eyes
Pierce my skin
In your silence