Shallow

i run my nose along the line of your collarbone
breathing in and breathing out
with the rush of your heartbeat under my cheek
nothing trembles, but nothing breaks,
all is well inside your bone cage barrier:
please don’t die.

i see him in the chest hair i rub my face into,
and it makes me weep, it makes me ache,
that you two are so different,
but every time i feel the rough pads of your fingers
you remind me of him
and i am sad, and i am hurt, and i am confused,
and i am lost.

are you my electra complex?
or am i just another lonely orphan
searching for her family in the kindness of strangers.
if you could only please fuck me,
so you remind me nothing of the
father i crave.