I undo buttons like he undoes my heart.
Things are heavy for me, like the last long pillars of shadows at the end of a day.
Despite my happiness, I can’t shake the sense that things are always ending.
Is this a curse? Is it real?
I need him under those buttons, large and veiny, throbbing.
I need him in my heart, guarded and distant.
I need him in me, gentle and loving.