Poems ✍️

I want to get you naked
to see the outlines of your ribs,
your imperfections;
every last one that make you feel insignificant-
all your flaws and blemishes,
all your discolorations and blotches.

I want to do this blind folded
in our bedroom after-hours,
after the sun leaves us cold, fending for ourselves
to find warmth like scavengers
on the last day the world would turn.

I want to get you naked
to see the curves and canyons of your soul,
and to lick the scar that you bear
from whence I was born.