KIDSELF

Love me,
Not in spite of my scars,
But because of them.
Kiss them, kiss
Where my foot used to be.

And while you're at it,
Kiss my other faults, kiss;
My ego, my paranoia,
And where my heart once was.

There have to be more kinds of pleasure
So I can give them to you.
Perhaps I shall invent some.

I want to bind you to me
With every arch, every pulse,
And to make you mine with every thrust.

--Brandon Payne