I
touch me
on my palm
like I'm a flower
you mean to open

II
touch me
between my fingers
like I'm a sea
you mean to part

III
touch me
in my arm
like I'm a sheep
you mean to guide

IV
touch me
on my shoulders
like I'm a wall
you mean to hold

V
touch me
on the nape
like I'm cards
you mean to shuffle

VI
touch me
on the side of my face
like I'm braille
you mean to read

VII
touch me
on the lips
like I'm cherries
you mean to pick

VIII
touch me
on my neck
like I'm a glass
you mean to drink

IX
touch me
on my chest
like I'm a drum
you mean to beat

X
touch me
like you mean it

if they find rest in
somebody else, does it mean
           it's you they're tired of

our love can take a
different shape, HISTORY
— the one we shared — won't

his LIPS — pressed to my
      nape — bear witness to    the SHAPE
                                        of my EXISTENCE

they say it's all in
my head — why do I feel it
in my LIMBS and CHEST

W,

I don't think I'll ever trust you with my heart again.

Love,
JH

treacherous are my
own thoughts — for they are daggers
I hold on the blade