unshaven legs.
your coffee stains.
your spills and hurts,
your dust
upon the shelf.
give me
your unbrushed hair
your lipstick smeared.
i want to see you in the light
of day
not under this muted lamp
where we sit
and eat and drink and
converse about our day.
give me your
scars, your ample skin,
your bruised
brow, your real name.
give me that
and then i'll know whether
to go,
whether to stay.
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