Mi casa es su casa.
My arms are your arms.
My lips are your lips.
My ripeness, yours. My triceps,
yours. My hunger, my nipples,
my skin, my swollen pinks
are yours, yours. And why stop there?
My dry elbows, your elbows.
My bunions, your bunions.
My cyst, your cyst. What part
of me would you rather not love?
Could you miss it? Tell me you will also take
my thinning skin, my widening hips,
my wrinkled cheek, my cracked heel.
If my fear is your fear; my ugly,
your ugly; my broken, your broken;
my shame, your shame, then kiss me
there. Again. Please? Kiss me there.