You fill me with trembling. The silver-threaded spindle, of your words, evokes me. Loops of emotion, from the lattice of thought, are nimbly expressed by your fingers. Skein of dreams, coiled like a flight of angels, relays our heartbeats in gently cupped hands. Still your presence quakes its birth, deep within me, as I almost remember the secrets resplendent. I breathe the memories once whispered by your lips. These shy feelings slip like gems into the pockets of soft-lined darkness.