a body
muscles wrapped and stern
curves and ridges
like a tree oak
Do people notice it when they hug me?
when I hold her, does she feel the soft curves, the way I do?
I hope I find a lover, how knows my body like I do
and I learn to know theirs too
It's beautiful
to touch someone
run your hands over them as much as you can
memorise the little hairs and moles on their shoulders
My promises to fill your collarbones with kisses,
so you may run your fingers through them when I'm not there
A reservoir of memory.
I'm so hung up on the idea that things could have been so different
I need to get over that before I can talk to you
