If I could impress upon you anything,
with sincerity or not,
it’d be my wish for you to touch me in my sweetest place
Oh, how I hope you don’t resist!
It’s the space between my breasts
the space that’s hard and filled with bone
the space between where my heart is its own.
Oh, I wish you were capable of feeling!
The anguish that lives in the space between.
The ample spot that’s full of flesh and bone and muscle
the very birthplace of my weakness
and the fear that lives within.