Wishing

You could write the words
I would say
that would make the steel in hands,
relax
melt away
but as much as you would love
to hear those words
  wrote to be encased in lingering
I am not to be your muse
if allowed, mouths would house
those words
  empty upon arrival
  graced only with breath filled whispers
wishing that was enough
of enough
of enough
for those words to land softly
eggshell delicate
in open palms