Friday, May 16, 2014

Angles

I've always felt
that my body 
comprised of 
angles jutting
out, 
pointed shoulder blades,
cutting hips and 
peaked collar bones; 
a fitting exterior 
for someone who would 
otherwise be 
too soft. 
But when I feel 
how I fit 
under your 
casually draped arm, 
how your hands settle 
on the base of my 
spine, 
your fingers tracing lines 
down my thigh;
you melt me 
back into 
soft arching curves.
 

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