Ground

You are not as I imagined you 

Look

See the angry red fingertips

Scored by worry 

And teeth 

That trace so gently the lines of my ribs

I kiss you and taste salt

Skin 

There is a mark on your cheek 

Just a dot 

A place to guide my lips 

You are not as I imagined 

See the sweat dotting the edge of your scalp 

The gentle folds of flesh that envelop 

Held

See how you give me permission to be 

Human 

I did not imagine this 

I dreamt 

Hoped 

For certainty 

The ground a garden may grow in.