What brought me here
Was a heavy pencil tip
I scraped across my accessible chest
to write poetry
that makes love to
Your nervous system
your sensory
your tangible
makes love to your fingertips
to the dull lullaby of your complacent
car-alarm heartbeat.

To write poetry that nuzzles
Your Earlobes
when they are tucked deep
In your dirty sheets
not listening.

Poetry
that coaxes out
your most regretful mornings
with a reminder that your
bloodflow
still has a contract with
the sky.
A reminder that you are still here.

I cameto draw a love letter on your ribcageso you can rubix-cube it
into a battle shield.
I came to roar like a mother fucking lionwho battles her ego
but knows her place.
I came to practice
I came to heal.