When he touches me,
It's not just my body he touches,
It's not just with his hands that he feels out the delicate parts of me,
It's with his heart,
His soul,
His entire being.
It's in the way he listens,
In the way he speaks,
Honesty embellished by courage,
It's Shameless,
It's Beautiful.
It's in the way he endeavors to understand me,
Not just my words,
But my feelings too,
He validates them,
Instead of making me feel a fool.
It's in the way he laughs at me,
It's the furthest thing from cruel,
He makes the darkness seem lighter,
With every delicious chuckle that spills from his lips.
It's in the way he holds space for me,
A space to be unapologetically me,
Without judgement or fear,
He simply holds my broken pieces to the light,
Understanding that this is not a fight.
It's in the way he loves me,
Without fear,
Without cruelty and blame,
His love stings the shattered parts of me,
As disinfectant would a wound,
He's cleaning out all the infected parts of me,
Parts that were infected by you.
