he agreed to be with me

but what is love if not

acknowledged? it is sin.

it is lust for a lack of

loneliness. it is hard to

comprehend, as a

man who has never

been properly loved

before by the firm,

calloused, large hands

of the sun. i want him

to shape me like clay,

to dip me in the ocean

and form my every

kink and curve, but

instead he lays me out

to dry. will he ever

tell me that he loves

me?