metaphor

i love you so gently
in a way that is
like a constant whisper
a reminder that you have
tamed me in a way
that you have become
much more than the
warm spot on my bed
or the hand on my hip
as i fall asleep
sometimes it is not
always so, when it is loud
that is when you hear it most
from my breath near your ear
as i let you in
and your body pressed
against my body
among other fingerprints
that are dissolving
more as the days pass
and we continue to
exist in our small place
away from the noise of
the rest of everything
that is not so pretty
not so gentle