Slowly, you breathe me in,
and even slower,
I disappear into you,
Into your arms,
that hold me when,
my legs fail me,
Into your eyes,
that free me,
When all they do is cage me.

These aren't mine anymore,
they're yours,
The fingers that hold on,
to you,
These lips that speak,
for you.

These are my gifts to you,
a gift of hope,
a gift of pain,
an uneven rope,
we'll tie it all together,
making sure it isn't too tight,
where it can lay forever,
disappearing into the light.