Softness.

As the music floats through the room,

the sound of the notes bringing you to a quiet sleep, that’s all I think about. Your softness.

For trusting you, maybe I am a sinner.

No matter what the rules say,

what’s the consequences to your love?

The first sin of humanity was Adam trusting Eve, so much so that he bit the apple.

Because what were the pearly gates to the smile of his wife?

Because what was God to a woman’s love—Not just a woman, his wife.

What was God to his wife’s love?

What is so appealing in heaven, that I could not find whilst sitting next to you?

And like I said, my heart is the only thing about me that is soft. From my calloused hands to my twisted mind, my heart is the only soft place in me.

So really, maybe it’s your softness that draws me in.

And again,

What’s the consequences compared to seeing a soft smile on your face?

What’s the consequences compared to the softness your lips on mine?

What’s the consequences compared to being able to heart your words filled with consideration and softness?

So maybe it’s a sin, to love you.

But for all your softness, I’ll gladly accept the title of a sinner.