I find no comfort in my skin.
My limbs shake and my brain aches.
Your hands are anchors,
Grasping my thigh and holding me to that warmth.
How can I love and dread someone's touch so much?
For terror follows your hands.
Your hands are sweaty.
Your thighs are too large.
Suck in your stomach.
My thoughts find every insecurity and zero in on them.
I want you close,
But I want you far.
