She was right
We were in some boys house
Soaking up the sun and melting into his couch
Or his lap
She tilted her head back and laughed at me
She said she was worried about me
She said that she was worried that i’d never been kissed
That the first time someone put their lip on my neck i’d fall apart
And i laughed to
At the idea that someone would want to press their lips to my pulse
And make it quicken
But when you pressed your mouth there
I understood
Because i did come apart
I broke into a million pieces
My seams loosened themselves
Until the patchwork scraps of my body fell away
I was solid
Liquid
Gas
Plasma
Swirling away
Dissolving into the air
And then your hands brought me back
And i was so in present
She was right
And i was so happy she had been
Because nothing has ever felt so good
As being pulled apart and put back together