I am an ugly lover. I laugh too loud and smile with too many teeth and still beg you to want me. I am a clumsy lover. My hands won’t stay still. I will reach for you in every corner of every room. I just need a touch. Just fingertips on the outside of your thigh. It’s urgent. I only need a touch. I am a lover with too much weight. I am a considerable, burdensome thing. I am gravity. I will tug you down, douse you in bulky, blundering desires. I spew sentiments from my lips and promise you’ll drown in them. I am an anchor, heavy and desperate. And you will only ever be the brightest thing in the room, in every room. When did you become so light? A whisper, a sigh. I need to see you to believe you’re there. I need a touch. It’s urgent. Just lips on the corner of your mouth. I need to know you’re there.