I love with my fingertips
on your cheek bone
And my lips whispering
on your shoulder
You
with a blunt in your grasp
And a fist ready to run
A blistering rage set on full
And a kiss
with the sharpest tongue
I'd ask you to be gentler
But that would be too much
I'm lucky to be in your thoughts
And crushed
beneath your touch
We all love a little differently
But that does not make me weak
When you have all the words
And I can barely
*speak