I feel the air around my skin
a new stillness
not even a molecule of oxygen moving
a quiet pause,
a momentary break.
It is the power of your command
the silence of the words
you don’t need to say
because I understand
despite my questions,
despite my eagerness.
It is the calm of your trust
building bridges,
getting us closer,
vanishing the distance
between your hands and my skin,
between your brush and my paleness.
It is the fervor of your care
that allows my pieces to get glued
one next to another,
one into another,
one over another,
all of them in the right place
right for this moment
regardless of the future.
It is you, seeing me
under all the layers,
under my skin,
bared naked,
free.