I may not break, but touch with care, you’ll find some fractures hidden there. They hurt my skin and burn my eyes, as you unveil my thin disguise. I search for words, they will not come, my slow unravel they’ve undone. Press hard upon my chest your hand, and trap my heart on this warm sand. Upon my throat place hands so soft, as breathing pauses minds aloft. If eyes I close, be patient still, they’ll open soon against their will. Bind my soul with silken rope, it clings to yours and kisses hope. These words I fight, abate them, please. They show to you my truth with ease. And if you can, please hold me tight, I need a taste of you tonight.