i will weep at the feet
of woman
beg they do not brush my skin
not to startle that familiar feeling
let caution bruise the gape left

i will weep
cupped hands both drained and full

i will weep
do not look at me

im sorry

hold me like you know me
run your fingers through my hair

like those summer days in playgrounds
link your daisy chain around my wrist

blow your breath against my neck bare