I want it to be you. I need it to be you. I want it to be you to caress my
Hair like it belongs in a garden, frail to the touch. I want it to be you to
Kiss my forehead like it's ceramic. I want it to be you to call my eyes
Pretty like two pagans. I want it to be you to kiss my cheek like you'll
Lose it in time. I want it to be you to call my lips kissable like bruises.
I want it to be you to wrap your arms around me like you mean it, like it
Makes your stomach flutter all the way up to your chest. I want it to be you
Making THOSE comments about my body, the ones about the areas where it's so
Easy to make me vulnerable. I want it to be you who touches me back to life.
I
Want it to be you. I need it to be YOU.
YOU ARE READING
SUNSHOWERS
Non-FictionA book of poetry. A book of tears. A book of blood and sweat, too. A book to hold me. Will you let it hold me?
