someday
the right boy will come along
the one who will
make your toes curl
the one who will
kiss all your bruises
and the tips of your fingers

he will pinpoint your beauty
and extract it from you
make it brighter
like the light switch on the wall

he will lift your lips
to his
look into your eyes
and say that he understands
that you're no longer alone

patience is a virtue
my dear