Literature
Only You
Whenever I see your scars I seek only to kiss them.
Your bumps and grooves,
I long to trace across.
To wrap my whole self around you,
my chest to your back,
my hands on your chest
squeeze tight and we might become one whole.
I am hesitant to say love,
but I love the soft sweetness of your sleep
to tug you with gentle fondness into morning.
I only know the ways you are not perfect
because you tell me them,
over and over and over
but they fade so quickly with your head against mine.