unadorned

i could cover your fears with a bathrobe

one of those huge, fluffy white cotton ones found only in the best of hotels

you can tie it up tight

with a bow if you like. even a knot

you can leave your fear-covering bathrobe on all night, superboy, and that way only you will ever know what moved beneath it

(and i bet you’d like it if i wore one too)

you can look smaller than you are

(the cuffs will trail your wrists and you’ll be so beautiful with your fears all covered up like that)

you can lean into me sometimes and i’m going to hold my breath at those moments so you’ll kiss me

so you’ll pull me into your lap and unwrap my fears and forget about your own

so you’ll put your hands all over what i’m frightened of until you don’t even remember why you had that bathrobe on

so you’ll make us both imperfectly beautiful and utterly naked on a pile of tangled white cotton