You say- be gentle with me and when I am you move my hips and make my hands a bit rougher
until i am scratching at the skin on your chest like I am trying to force my way inside you but instead youβre just inside me
you told me not to pull up your shirt or touch anywhere below your ribcage because you have secrets you are not ready to share and I will be patient of that
because you have more to offer than just the holes in your stomach or the bags under your eyes or the disease in your veins and DNA
you are more than the hour and a half effort it takes you to shower and not being able to eat if you want to see me
you are much more than the skin that sticks to your bones