Two Words

A Poem

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call me

one of your muses in the dark

when the shadows paint me luxurious

and your kiss is an open book

with pages left to fill

tell me

you see a woman who looks good

with or without a stitch to claim

while your hands memorize

all the secrets I keep

love me

whether I’m blue or pink or purple —

whatever colors I choose to bear —

and you’ll see all the shades

no one else could ever glimpse

save me

when I cannot lift myself up

from the tides that try to wash me

away from the safety of shore —

the haven that is your embrace

miss me

in ways that are too mysterious

to dare utter in conversation,

but each tender caress mimes

all the things too trite to say

show me

again and again and again

why I chose you and

why you chose me —

this pair we’ve become