The Blood & The Bones

I have never really loved my legs
they always seemed too heavy
for the rest of my body
as if the delicacy of me
had run out right around my hip bone
but he does this thing
where I’m on my stomach and he reaches under
grabbing the ample meat of my thighs
and flips me over in a swift singular motion
as if I’m light as a feather
as if my flesh were indestructible
positioning me
with no consideration for frailty
to his liking
he has never felt the need to be gentle
and I know that if the shape of my limbs
were less convex
if my curves were less ample
he may have thought to practice restraint
to force the need for careful
and then
much to my dismay
the pain I have always loved to take
might not be nearly
as pleasurable

the blood
& the bones