11:07 pm
he handled me gently like a flower
while others pricked me like thorns
his body made music
to mine
in perfect harmony
fit together like puzzle pieces
as he carefully placed each one
to my skin
his touch like dew on rose petals
his kisses like sweet honey on my lips
i am an orchestra
that he is conducting
i was once treated inanimately
an object to be toyed
but he treats me like a garden
he planted in me
and i am blooming with grace
