Bones

Run your

hands over

my hips,

bones with

skin pulled

tight. And I

can’t explain

my fascination

with wanting to

be explored,

with wanting

you to feel

all my bones

because

when you can

feel my

bone so

close to the

surface,

maybe you

can understand

me.

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