Dead weight

You
make me feel skinny
like bones;
like bruises;
fragile
and small
open to anything you throw

and i'm paper skinned
ever so easily ripped yet
pretty
like origami flowers-
sharp edged
like cheekbones and wrists

and i'm so thin yet fat
you know
warm legs and a rib cage,
open
with hugs and kisses:
a passion to leave me hungry

but if i trip
i don't float;
nor glide;
never weightless.
And i'm falling;
falling;
falling;

and you catch me.
Just.