I dip my toes into

his eyes,

those pools

sage serene,

stirring for something,
perhaps a rasp of our breaths
like the wings of dragonflies 
scissoring through this metal frisson.

I am tempted to dive in

and make known my fears,

But instead I sit there beside him,

staring at the sky,

for a clearing of throat,

for a rumble

of rain

to pour down secrets on to my love's skin.