"don't tell me I am pretty or thin or sweet or good until you have crawled inside my skin and felt the depths and shallows of me. 

only I know who I am.

I live inside myslef and it's a rotting cage."

Take me there

He told me, "I can take you anywhere."

               Take
                       me 
                             to 
                                the 
                                     bottom
                                                    of your coffee mug, 

                                                           smother me in the leftover espresso cupping it’s end. 

                                 Fold me in the pocket of your rain coat and pull me in to your ribs, 

                      let me sleep within the beds between them. 

Take me beneath the wood washed floors of your kitchen where you stumble each night, 

                                
                               let me kiss your ankles while you devour sweets. 

Tuck me under your tongue and pronounce me carefully.

                      I am fingers through your hair and bathwater to your skin,  

the sweets dripping from your mouth and crawling back in each night.

n.w