I won’t let my eyes meet the edge of your lips when you speak.
Or hear melodies in your voice,
Or
Won’t hear my heart through stereo.

It’s only happened once.
Maybe twenty-two times
That I’ve imagined a kiss from you to be...

Sorry.  

Maybe she does -
maybe,
Maybe I stopped eating because I only crave your fingertips tracing my collar bones.
If they show again maybe I’d love myself.
Maybe you’d love me too.

Maybe I only crave safety.
You
feel like safety.