Your words are like acupuncture. Healing taxed by pin-pricks, Stabbing at my self-image because, Like acupuncture, they were useful While something was wrong with me. But I have moved beyond recovery. Thank you for the reconstruction. Thank you for my new vitality, For my fresh and hunting sexuality; I was very nearly broken, although I have made new friends Who don't care if I love you. I did. Love you, I mean. For a little while. Please remember our nights in bed When we learned you are ticklish. I know you still love me. I'm sorry.