Does He Reach for You?

As you wipe away the fog

From the shower-steamed mirror

And you look at yourself

Really look

Longer than a quick glance

You feel your own critical eyes

Raking over the broken misfortune

That is your body

And you ask yourself

What could he possibly see?

Too much here

Not enough there

Not fit enough

Not tall enough

Not small enough

Misshapen

Disfigured

But you ask yourself

The wrong question

What you should ask is

Does he reach for you

In his sleep

When his guard is down

When he doesn't know

What the hell he's doing

Do his hands quest

Across the cold, empty space

Of linens

To find your shape in the dark

Do soft, sweet thumbs

Reach to sweep away

Tears from streaming eyes

As eagerly

As greedy hands reach

Lustfully for your hips

Does he reach for you

When the world has weakened him

When the fortunes have taken away

All he ever had

Does he entrust his hidden heart

To you

Does he bury it in the pillow

Of your breasts

Where his own mythic tears

Might also gather

Does he reach for you

As ready to comfort you

As he is to be comforted

As both your strength

And your weakness

As you are his

Does he reach for you

Accepting of the

Flawed

Broken

Incomplete

Human that you are

Does he reach for your heart

Realising what a priceless gem it is

If he doesn't

You should know

You waste your time

Worrying about what he thinks

Of your body