The candle smells like pink hibiscus And the flame bounces a bit As the fan waves past I play with his chest hair Nuzzle into his side "Will you leave me if I have cancer?" I ask "No" He says "I like to think I'm not that much of a cuck." He says He strokes my side Kisses my forehead The bright white light from the TV shines off my pasty back "Guess what?" He says "I love you. Even if you have cancer, Even if you don't have cancer, I love you." My exposed chest shakes As I forget how to breathe He runs his fingers over my ******* My possibly cancerous ******* My soon to be nonexistent ******* My figure defining ******* That I love so much That I'm petrified to even think about losing He holds them He holds me A tear falls down my face But he wipes it away before it can get anywhere Before it can fall On my possibly cancerous chest