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Sometimes Kittens
You said you loved my frailty
The way my ribs jutted
Beneath my breasts
My tiny feet
My childlike hands
My baby face
You said you loved my skin
Softer than a bruised peach
Paler than white paper
Too thin for the sun
You'd spend hours
Tracing my veins
With your calloused fingers
Dropping a kiss here and there
Brushing my unfashionably long hair
You called me your alabaster woman
Your china doll
Your precious anachronism
And now you pass me
Without speaking
And it feels like acid
On my dainty heart
But I glare at you
Just to remind you
Of how much you want me
And I know you still do
The way you squirm away
Even though I shattered
Your pretty illusions
I'm so sorry
That you couldn't mold me
Into your meek little dream girl
But sometimes kittens
Are lions inside
