Treat me

treat me

naming every

thing inside me,

spelt exactly

what spleen

to call a scar

a scar, to know

I had a beating

heart, found it in your

fingertips.

when sleeping

woke me

with ungentle

dreams, unweaving me.

no apologies for

huge pupils,

pinpointed

the sickness

and removed it.

never nervous

with those long tongs

like thighs not touching

dislodge

those hands

careless

invite them again

two fingers at a time.

with engaging ease

treat me

in good faith

heal me

breath deeply

and pray

to reveal the source of

this patient kindness.