Underneath your clean fingernails
beyond your soft hair
inside your empty pores
into a heart full.
I love to swim through your veins
I’m sorry for pricking your smooth skin
there are a few of my edges that haven’t rounded
I’m sanding them down
making sure I don’t miss any points.
you bite my lip
prevent me from kicking over loose stones again.
I’m sorry I’m not quite steady.
I’m working on it
I’m going to be.
Soon, I’ll be such a good swimmer your body will have to absorb me
as a necessary protein
or vitamin
you’ll need me without consciously knowing it
I will be the one who is there when your sugar is too low
when your blood pressure soars
when your skin cracks from the lack of sunshine.
let me show you how it feels to be taken care of.
All of your poems are so beautiful and sentimental.
i am here for you, and this person causing your anxiety will one day face the wrath of berri kland
It feels almost like the one this is written about is sick without you.
This is absolutely beautiful. same boo.