i[u]dk

I know I’m

new to you, you to me

so these are words

you won’t hear, spoken (yet);

I have a weakness for you.  The kind where

I eye you warily

with a magnifying glass for the small print

in a new bottle of supposed-to-be’s

and side-effects

keeping awareness of the pin-sized gape

making its appearance next to soft scars 

with larger diameters

is this sort of sensitivity

fetishized, like the girl who bruised like a ripe banana

in romantic anguish atop twenty-something mattresses

from a singular pea?

apologies for the irrelevant reference to

tall fairy tales;

physiological reactions

tend to have messy translations

when it comes to feelings.

….

in short words: you got me open. please be careful