I Cannot Comprehend

Affection is something I'll never be good at it...

So thank God that She is. 

In fact I think she finds it oddly attractive 

Like my fault lines and crevices are instead hopscotch patterns and jump-rope twirls that she can playfully hop over with her lips and words and fingers and eyes it...

It drives me wild

Never in my life have I felt someone run their fingers down the backs of my jagged bone and scared flesh of my palms like the tendons and veins that bind them together were various veins and strands of throbbing gold that she would never tap into but instead 

watch quietly like a sunset nestled into a jagged treeline with full intent to catch it again

Nor have I ever felt the soft brush of lips on my shoulders and arms 

Like my skin was something she could taste

And like honeysuckles she aimed to extract the sweetness that lie beneath

Subtle and slow

Neglecting not even a drop as they birthed warmth in her own chest and sweaty-ness in her cautious hands. 

Never have I ever had someone look at my body like it was a temple

Or a monument 

And let her sanguine hair run up the steps and past the threshold into the echo-haunted halls

Of my insides with her ear over my anemic chest and look down through my ribs and lungs into

The toxicity of my past gathering inside like tar and changing the way I even breathe 

But she takes in breaths and evens them out with her own 

Rib cages pressed together and zipped upward into the frogs in our silent throats
She's my living, walking pacemaker 

She reaches for my skeletal palms and where I see scars she sees stories

Pages packed full of margin space that she intends to annotate and highlight within

Significant blurbs dog eared and bookmarked so as to internalize if not commit to memory

Her heart is so overflowing and willing to give when all mine does is silently exist

Brushing its' shoulders against back walls within my chest wearing a worn suit with torn pockets
Stained resumes falling out of the partially agape mouth of his battered briefcase
Flicking his eyes around the room but never really looking at anything
And checking his watch in less than minute intervals...

And it makes me wonder when mine went missing
And fell on hard times

But it also excites me
Because that very man just
Scored himself an interview for a partner position
And it looks like getting back on his feet is the least this new opportunity has to offer