I Am A Tornado But You Touched Me Like I Was A Flower

I am thick thighs and a mess of hair 
bitten nails and bloody thumbs,
clumsy feet and a mind on overdrive–  
a tornado is not supposed to be
beautiful. 
But you touched me like I was
inside out,
like you had seen my bones
spun from widow’s silk
and feared that
with just your lips you could destroy me.