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Boney Boys


You have the body I never will have

With your collarbone sticking out for me to trace from neck to chest

 

I can count your ribs when you take off your flannel

I can see your abdominal muscles and run my thumb over them

And watch you shiver as my cold caresses your warm

 

Nothing with you was dirty


When my shirt came off, you could see the hills of fat and my bra cutting into my back

As apologies started to pour out of my mouth, you silenced me

Because all we are is bones joined by skin


You kissed my lips, my neck, and my chest

Our breaths mingled under the comforter 


I tried to pull you closer, push you into my heart to make it feel full

 

But with boney boys come boney hearts

With nothing but air and emptiness inside

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Gianna Gironda

seventeen//NY//poet

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