We protect each other.

I am needy heart between my teeth romance swirling through my bloodstream cinnamon and pine needles. I take it to other men, I steal away outside to howl my loneliness at the moon, beg the sky for answers. There is nothing in my life that has ever taught me I deserve this. There is nothing in my life that has ever taught me I deserve him.

I spend my days turning him on and I don’t mean to but I mean to. I am shivering with it, this thing between us, and I want to share. Sex I know. Sex is a sphere where I know I have value. I convince myself I can accept sex from him where I can accept so little else.