you seldom know how to share yourself , you are used to men half-loving you and not saying please, so when he was all knees at your kiss all plea in your arms you didn’t understand that a man could coil so pretty carry such softness in his voice and ask you so sweetly for a portion, for a place wedged beside you and all your thoughts, you didn’t understand that your love was worth the beg and how beautiful it was for a man to become just bones and skin until you kiss hope into him.
