Hair tied tightly back into a bun
Ears naked of jewellery
For today it is on me whom they depend
My every action has an impact upon their being
Our body contact to be distant
Yet requires touch to reach their needs
Words to be spoken with consideration
And some sentences need to be withheld

My hair tangled and decorated
They sight me by my orange markings
Expectant of excited energy they embrace me
Intertwining our pleasure with no physical boundaries
With them I speak brutal honesty
Perhaps curse words will expel me
For with them I’m me
Some sentences need not be finished

It doesn’t matter how my hair is
They’ve seen it all before
Although sometimes they say too much is shared
I can’t help but speak comfortably
After all they are a part of me
Which is why even with my piercings they’ll care for me
They knew me before orange when I was raw
Some sentences need not even be said