Not-So-Scared-With-You
I don’t remember a time before i felt contagious,
Like the corrosion of my soul must leak through
My pores, a personal miasmic melancholy,
Petrified to touch, for longer than a
Ricocheting embrace, in case i taint those i am
Most fond of.
Yet, here you are, all soft snuggles, and i forget to be
Afraid of scaring you, forget to be unnerved
By your freckled fondness, unfamiliar ingredients
In this pillow-spell, forget i don’t know how to like
Tenderness, how to not want to shrink under thumbprints,
You do not know the darkest depths i carry around in me,
Have not dipped a cup to those waters, but you know they
Are there, and you tell me that i do not let them define
Me, the occasional droplet escaped does not a
Well-spring of sorrow make, and i forget disbelief
And hold you, let myself be held, a simple shiver of love.
