he doesn't question my proclivity to absence, he accepts it as he does the width and length
of my mind and
I.
he rears away from the bone
of my hips, fearful of its
ability to puncture
and camouflages his skin
against the bulbs of my
******* and thighs.
he gazes upon me as he would
at a navy sealed sky
not searching for any stars,
not curious of whether an ability
to glow is apparent,
he understands that I am
unapologetically,
seamlessly, an unlit sky
he appreciates my stillness,
my inability to spark.
he accepts my absence
as I accept
my unaligned, navy
complexion.
ever hugged your chest to your legs
so tightly and for so long that your
arms and legs begin to feel limbless
and numb so entirely that you
begin to question your very own
existence only to feel the beats of
your pulse rev you into
knowing and feeling?