Some days,
   I send
      too
     many
    words.

Stack 'em high,
layer 'em deep,
      build a fortress
            of letters

      for her to scale.

But when eyes as precious as hers
    feel the weight of my words,
    grow heavy—

    even goddesses need rest.

Maybe I should leave
    more spaces,
    more quiet,
    more room…
              for breath

    between the syllables.

Or maybe, just maybe,
   I should let my voice
   carry what my fingers

   refuse to stop saying.

And give her eyes
      the gift of
                 one
                    more
                        blink.