I am nothing but pliable dough in your hands when you touch me,
I am so incredibly yours.
You make me feel like I can take off the mask-
like I can rip it from my face so you can see the ugliest things that lie beneath.
And when I am with you I am nothing but a child,
a curled up ball in your bed because I am secretly weak and I don’t show anyone else that.
You are a great man,
though you doubt your own greatness.
But I see manliness when you are so gentle with me,
so patient with me,
so calm with me.
I see your greatness in your quiet gestures.
Every moment without you is a lacking moment.