Here's My Body. Take Any Part You Will

Something that I dug up and pieced together again:

The soft recesses of our mouths—they will one day wait for someone, and when that someone does not come, desire makes makes the soft recesses feel dry to our own tongues.
The spot between the neck and the bone of the shoulder—it will one day be forever at the ready for the weight of someone else's head.
The arms—they  will seem to grow as long as they do to wrap completely around somebody.  Or at least hope that if they happen to be short, somebody still ends up fitting inside the circle that they make.
The stubborn softness of our bellies and the swell of our own bodies—they will stay to keep hurting those we wrap around and roll with.
Sharp, protuding bones—they resist pads of fat, because there will always be those willing to hurt a bit when skinny people reach out for a hug.

Of all the shapes bodies become, whether through eating, working, or just letting be, isn't it delicious to think that somebody, someday will want and fit with that body of yours?