my hands are always lost in your fingers
what funny keep away lovers we must be
with me hiding in the folds of your skin and in your mouth
i am so weak all you have to do is hold me too tight once
and all my breath would leave
pleading,
surely there must be worse ways to collapse
than in your unresolved embrace
alive yet dead, they call me stigmata
i am crucified across your body
awaken,
train me to enjoy touch
scheming is no rehearsal for hiding behind pillows
how i wish i were a finer hider, a time capsule
an unearthed skeleton

-Kate 99