You

Of all the boys
Who were busy straining and stressing themselves
To keep their bodies upright 
And spine loose
You knew how to curl yourself around the tiny self-esteem of a big grownup girl.
You knew how to minutely decorate her whole wide set of values.
You knew exactly where to see,
And where to touch
Yes.
Yes, you never mistook her hands for her mouth
You set them free
To touch and to be touched
You knew how to steal her breath
Between her orange-painted lips
How to steal it just, just until she falls
She falls on her knees, and deep in your love
She falls for you
To see the side of the bed you offered her
And the apple juice you made her
And the last bite you gifted her.
Let me tell you,
It wasn’t the sauce she was on
It were your fingers she wanted to taste
The same fingers which now hold another dress
The one that doesn’t belong to her.
She knows
She knows how you’ve suddenly started to love the rosy smell you once hated on her
She cannot sleep
Because you’re awake
In somebody else’s arms
And in her dreams
She cannot breathe, falls short of the air you once used to pump into her mouth.
And you?
You still know how to curl
How to curl upside down on a bed or a couch or probably a kitchen slab.
But she’s worried
Does your new girl kiss you only once?
Or you have taught her, too
The art of perfection and seduction
That she, once, used to claim hers.

Art by – pissaro_tattoo