So Just Kiss Me

So just kiss me and let my hair messy itself in your fingers. Tell me nothing needs to be done - no clocks need winding. There is no bell without a voice needing to borrow my own. Instead, let me steady myself in the arms of a man who won't ask me to be what he needs, but lets me exsist as I am, a flame, a hurricane, wrapped up in a tiny body who will come to his arms like the safest harbor for mending.