I am flawless

Because everytime I graze

His cheek with my fingertips

I unmark the remnace of his manliness

Exhaustion.

Battery.

Nurturing his skin

With unfamiliar gentlness 

That he not yet knows

He wants.

And flawlessly

Flawlessly

Being the only woman 

Who can do that.

 

And he knows.

And I know.

Just alike 

That the possibility of leaving 

Is merely a diminished recourse 

Because he would die

Cry

Before rejecting

My flawless hands

As his healer--

The womanly goodness 

Softness

Mending his harshness.