Memo I : How Could I?
Never give an inch of your body to a boy, they said. It is sacred, they said.
How could I? When I have given you my soul, the spirit that exists beyond my body; When I have devoted my mind, body, and spirit to fondle with your soul; When I have let you caressed your filthy fingers all over my uncharted unconsciousness?
The idea of giving you an inch of my body is an understatement. It is a flawed concept, to begin with.
I would not just give you an inch of my body. I would give you the liveliness in my eyes and the dancing flowers inside of me; I would give you pieces of my heart; I would give you a peek to a dimension where my mind lives.
Oh, love. I will bear with every consequence that every inch of my skin holds if I were to give it to you — but how could I? When the last thing you would do is to mend circumstances for a piece of me.
