With shaking hands you touch me.
"It's been a while"  you say.
With every insecure movement
I can feel the inner demons on
your shoulders.
For every tremble, every ******,  any short breath.  
I witness my demons
Raising a sledgehammer
Breaking down
Your walls.

Your fingertips read my scars as if they were written in
Braille.

Read me.
Devour me whole.
Allow me to forever be your favourite
Literature.