Almond oil, a process.

He presses me to be soft.

Crushing my hard shell,

into a fine oil.

One that soothes,

Gives vitality to even the harshest flesh.

He does this,

Like a sigh.

As if to say,

you love so hard,

And loving is easy.

Always easy, so it can flow through the hardest moments undaunted,

And soft.

A hard shell can protect you,

But being as an oil,

You’ll penetrate below a surface,

That once limited you.

You’ll fuze with the ones you love,

At the center,

Where it’s tender.