Camp

He said

even under the covers

you take

shape

as if my body

aligns

to his eye sight

state of mind

darling I’ve been so blind

to who

I

am.

He said

who would ever share you

as if my

sex

is not

a

spectator

sport

convinced I’ll take my ex

back

darling

flash

backs

never

focused

on the future.

He said

You are someone to me

answering a question I never knew how to ask

not just

some

body

now I’m

somebody

and even if his touch sizzles

and slides

from my skin

into that safe place

of solitude

I’ll never forget

the man

whose stare

gave me

courage.

He said

my shoes

were

ugly

and I felt like

he

alone

could see

the woman

I could

become

not afraid of my

fat

ass

not afraid of my

insecure

sass

I can’t fathom

how you

see

me.

He said

I was his bane

you know that

seething

pain

that weakness

we don’t want to

fall for

and I know the drill

I’m an immediate

thrill

but I know you saw so

far so-

Going into rehab and I’ll write you letters

so bummed I can’t seal

your

stamps

with a tongue

it’s all so sticky

past

loves

so icky

yet

not just a part of

my

ladder

rung.

You spell out words

you give me verbs

fuck

there’s no one like you

and I won’t say your name

though I know I’m your

bane

and dear you,

I

fucking

love

you.

and I know

that’s

so trite

but isn’t

love

insight

to the way

we want to

be seen?

and if I could paint

my immaculate

portrait

well

honey

I would

be

your

queen.