silk (n).

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Who is going to love the softness in me?
Here I am, made of hum and hammock,
with ribbons for limbs, bones of feathers,
brought often to tears and to the floor
in overwhelming wonder that
we are each oceans, just held together
by the armor of our bodies and
the rumor that we need to be hardened
in order to stand.

I've seen the look before, and
I see it again from you, 
you're afraid I will drown you
with the petals that keep
pouring out of my chest.