I.
If I don’t express my pain
it turns into shame—
hidden under scars
that never quite heal—
but enslave—
me.

II.
I’m energy-dense,
thick like incense—
violent inside,
esoteric,
intense—
submissive.

I’m careful of my needs—
reverent.

III.
What does loving me look like right now?

Curling up against him,
letting myself rest—
his arm around me, protective,
holding me to his chest—
where only heart is.

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