For you I will soften.

Smooth the sharp square of my shoulder to a curve that fits your head.
I will bend the lines of my lips to fit your pink and pouting mouth.
The straight line of my arms will cradle you.
I will weave my lines around you.

Coax the sharpness of my tongue to gentle lovesongs; curl my fingers around yours; smooth the lines from my brow into smiling.

I never knew there could be strength in a curve.
Thought only that rigidity might snap under pressure,
not mould to fit the change.

That soft is not weak.

So for you I will soften to curves and warmth.

Be patient as I learn.