like you could fit inside my pocket.
when i talk about you
my eyes light up and i
just want to hold you
it's strange because i want to
hit and run
come and get you
but they don't know you're real
they have no way of knowing
you fit in my pocket
or maybe not in my pocket
let's try a bit bigger
in my bed
in my arms
still small.
still delicious.
still not a figure of relief.
a mystery.
a bag of bones.
but it's MY bag of bones