break em' in

layers still pulling tightly at your eyelids till you
can't see my shape
my curvy anxious body dancing around
your every
ache- up over my knee
rounding towards your first
brick
stacked so proudly up the outside
of my thigh you hold your righteous
hand with might- and
stop.
around swimming
delicately over my child bearing
hips-
with your new philosophical indifference
my breasts-
weighing down my back-
my
lungs-
so i can't breathe,
but you like that.
my arm on the floor my lips
no longer
touch
ing my curves cut through their own layers bending so
far and round eager to break
or snap at any indication of destruction or crumbling of layers your layers
thick covering your
sleeve
boldly so no one will
see
what you told you laid there
once.
a sketch of my curves that unfold you