love language [poem]

I lie awake in bed sometimes
thinking about the way your love is
such a foreign tongue
you unsatisfied
with snack sized bites of my time
you ask for a feast
as if my love has only ever left you hungry
you ask me why I insist on sleeping naked
as if you haven’t seen this rose in full bloom
as if a rose has ever
returned to rosebud by choice
you tell me to keep my hands under control
as if they don’t scribble
I love you’s
against your skin
I lie awake at night to wonder
if this love language has become
too garbled to get the message across
that I love you
with every bone and breath in this body