I like it when you make
things
personal
the disregard for space
between
bodies
the shift in your
hip
the quiver in my
lip

there was an art to your
comfort
something that couldn't be
printed into text
the look in your eye
& the tone of your voice
sincerity cannot
draw
on this board

you're too kind to the girl
who envies to the
core

you're too ******* yourself
when love is at your
door