What I want is for someone to hold me over coffee, to charm me with language, to talk me into their history so deep that I don’t want to escape. Skin is so shallow. Touch is not the intimacy that I want, and I don’t know how to put that into and out of words. I just want to lay here, with the boy that I trust, and not have him kiss me. All I want is a bedtime story. All I want is for someone to give me as much as they ask of me.