Updated: Jun 26, 2019
Let me take you into my arms And hold you like a newborn.
Don’t sit like that. Don’t slouch. Don’t blink like that. I shall pinch your skin So that your back forms the perfect mould for my lips.
Let me smooth out your wrinkles
So that I can forget my own.
Let me tend to you
Until my broken bones are healed.
If you run
My nails will only holder you closer.
The bond between
My dead skin and your living
Let me spoon and shape you, Stretch you out flat And strike you Until eventually you become the cookie cutter.