That you know the stories of the marks on my body
A spider bite or scar
From before you ever touched me
But you’d recite the words as if they were your own
I want you to love me so
That my body is as your body
A loving touch or gentle remark
Or simply a careful application of aloe on red and tender skin
With no angry words
I want you to love me so
That in old age you’ll feel the aching in my bones
See the flesh droop from my face
And still, remark at my beauty and imperfections
As if holding up a gilded mirror to your own
I want you to love me so
This article appears in Alcoholmanac 2020.


