a monologue
You caress my heart and treat it well
as though my breast reads “fragile”
you watch my lips as they form words,
my hands show shapes and sizes
my fingers dance along to lyrics,
just to catch your reaction
I am lost in your caramel brown,
in your heavy hands,
your thick and black
messy hair
you place your opinion
on the coffee table
and the napkins fly in the air
we catch them all, and clean our beautiful mess
after hours of love your actions confirm
that love needs no words
you silently tighten the threads
that hold together
everything I am.
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