do you feel that?
the soft touch people call "Love"
a violent tug gently etching its way
into the broken corners of your heart.

i hope you do,
because i can't see the smile
pushing up the shape of your cheeks
i just wanted to kiss it, over and over.

before i met you,
these hollow bones i call my hands
were broken and bruised,
unable to touch and hold.

but now these lanky arms,
found its use,
it found shelter and love,
wrapped around you.