I notice how you’re quick to pause,
Out of the kiss, and nonetheless;
You hit lights and make it dark,
Before we undress.
You taught me how to love myself,
Instead I stumbled, and fell for you;
But now it aches me even more,
That you still haven’t accepted ‘you’.
Is it the stretch marks on your thighs,
That you cautiously, attempt to hide?
Or unseen textures of thy skin,
You’d rather keep, unidentified?
Is it your tummy’s bulging fat,
Beneath thy high waist jeans?
Or that icky birthmark,
That I won’t know what it means?
Ours will never be a bond,
Of just flesh and bones, asleep;
Because I cherish every inch of you,
My love is far more deep.
I won’t let such petty thoughts,
Amid our wild and careless play;
Because I’ve not come as a chapter,
But to stay.
Though all the so called ‘imperfections’,
You don’t want my eyes to see;
I’ll simply turn back on the lights,
And feel proud, they belong to me.
Written by Zainab Raees