I'm sick of hearing about your insides, your guts,
When all I want is to run my hands up your chest
And feel the bones that tell me you are human.
I crave that feeling of...connection.
You have those- beautiful ribs that embrace your lungs
And meet at your sternum; like spider limbs;
Delicate and finely disjointed.
Don't eat, don't breathe until I let you-
I just want