I.
No one besides
myself
has seen my own chest in
maybe three years.

II.
Even all that time we were lovers
she
never did.
Always acted disgusted at the very idea.

III.
You undid buttons and
carefully pressed warm fingers into places that haven't let
another human touch them
in an entire lifetime.

IV.
Checking for bruises is --
it's odd. The things you did could little be
construed as platonic, or
honestly necessary,
but the affection of checking my bruising and
affirming the lack of broken ribs,
is incredibly
platonic.

V.
You never once looked
disgusted.
That's a ******* first.