your back is pressed to mine,
and i can't help thinking how
you

are much more well rounded then me.
you are curves—circles and i am
angles and architecture.

your hip bones are rounded and healthy
because you never "forgot" to eat

and i am stuck here with my skeleton
draped under the blanket of my skin,

and all i want is you to turn around and
press your lips to mine
because your back isn't enough anymore