Sanctuary

Like a book I can only learn by being    
Read when and how he chooses to read.    
He bends me to his need with expectations.    
He is the one who is always aware  
And who, inevitably, sees the unwritten    
 Inside me; but, he never looks away.    
   
His hands are my only true sanctuary    
From silence that is ready to be distilled    
Within me; until he has dealt with me,  
I know, even as I sleep, he will dream    
Me back into my skin, as his whispered    
Thoughts tell me I can learn to be his.