Oh my,
darling,
standing there
in denim
where your
eyes immediately
go to mine
and your hands,
magnets to
my waist
You say that you
don't love me
now you can't stop kissing me
and sometimes,
between kissing,
you hold my nervous jaw
between your hands and you push my
head against your chest
and you hold me like
a china doll you've
caught from
falling
how is it
you can hold me
like this
and say that you
don't love me
Love,
I've never felt more
fragile
and more sheltered
all the same.