It's this weakness

It's this tremble of weakness
that squeezes into my skin
every time you touch me,
every time I feel you.

This strength you have over me,
it's unreal,
It's unfair,
but I love it.

The warmth of your body
pressed against my chest,
my face, my legs...
it's beautiful.

It's this tremble of weakness
that overwhelms me,
that fills me,
that owns me.