The delicacy of your words

Wreaks havoc upon my battered soul.

Every word spoken

Is like iodine to a wound

But,

In the best way possible.

My battered soul

Aches for you

And your Band-Aid cover up.

Smooth to the touch,

My skin healing.

Each pore

Rejuvenating one by one

In a slowness

That's just right.

The delicacy of your words

Is my favourite indulgence

Your lips on my skin

Silky smooth

Healing

My battered soul

And all I used to be