Pinna

I would hug you if I could,hold you close,your shoulder blades jutting out,sharp and fragile,like the hollow skeleton of a bird,like wings,like wounds,like sorrow. The way your shoulders hunch and your chest caves in on itself is a symphony,a wordless poetry of hurt and pain,one I cannot help reading and reciting along to. 

Your hand over your throat as if to shield it from harm or conceal a vulnerability from sight,but it just makes my eyes linger in a way that I'm sure alarms you.

Your pulse beats in quick little flutters,like a flighty bird,in fact everything about you is bird-like and delicate and so so fragile. One wrong move and I'd break your wings. One wrong move,and I'd cage you for life.