When you saw me in my worries,
I was naked, without any covered wounds,
Expressing my sorrows in my heart.
Revealing my blotches and my scars.
I was an empty vessel,
without anything restored in it.
You touched me, I knew you wanted to feel my sufferings too,
I wasn’t a flesh in your bed, put like a leftover,
I was the meat of sentiments, and you wondered,
Was this what mates are made of.
I could read your mind and your thoughts,
Summarizing every love story that you had.
It was not loving but a fictional tale.
You gazed at my eyes and not my corpse,
I could see the hunger that you had.
I wanted it to get you to feed it soon,
As it wasn’t summer but monsoon.
You weren’t eager to get my clothes off,
I knew you were hungry for the love in me,
So I let you touch my feelings and beliefs.
When you saw me naked you loved me even more.