there is nothing between my
breasts,
only skin
that's the way it will stay
until the day when i become
attached
then, I will keep my problems
there. I will keep hatred and
the harsh words between my
plump fleshy hills
I will keep them there until
you strip me down and
wipe them away with your
rough fingertips and lift my
body and soul up to a better
place, more accessible to you.
the bra is burned
my body is alive
my body is ash
now.
so wipe them away
wipe away my burdens
and connect us now
crawl inside my cocoon
and turn me into a butterfly