TheCourtRose

Extra tears line my throat from years of swallowing ice. Not fair, not right, that I may drown you, though you are far away from where this started. Fault lines in my heart where places are still healing, misaligned limbs from being mangled, and terrified that now, right this second, you will walk away. Trying so hard to be together for you, my best for you, all the sexy, curvy, sassy bits that you love so well. Yet you make me honest beyond recourse, and being in pain makes me hide against your skin, or inside whatever sweater you've left at my house. Flee these foreign feelings like a horse bolting fire. Buy gloves to protect the rawness of my hands. Touching you has made me naked. I should resent you for this, if being your smile didn't light me up. Don't give up, don't stop waiting, and if I try to walk away, trip my shoestrings. Unnerved and unstrung, cold and unsure, sometimes love to me is running into flames. But for you, I would burn all over. Melting ice th

Taking your time to coax instead of invade Asking, instead of demanding, you find in me impossible things Skin is living, luminescent pink- I would pour forth a million pearls to satiate the hunger of your tongue and teeth You seem to find as much joy in the searching as you do in the finding Turning a hunt for pearls into art, as much as most would string them forth in conquest  And I, suddenly believing in impossible things, am treasured by your patient desire