I wondered if,
If my body looked different,
Would it feel the same
When you touch me?
I decided not.
I would lose
The most delicate
Truth.
I would not experience
The beauty
Of who I am.
For that’s your power
To touch me exquisitely
With unbelievable beauty.
So I lay my scars before you;
My hurts,
Self hurts
And hiding,
My lack of self-love
Turned loathing
And float
Under your touch.