The only love I've ever known is the love from my mother
and as grateful as I am for her, because she owns every inch of my heart and all of my body, in a mothers way
I just wonder..
but what it would be to have the love of another
to have him run his hands over every part of my skin
to taste his dry lips
to have my inhalations cease because of his appearance

what it would be..

but I climb into bed, remembering that fairy tales are far from real
and I love you, momma.