Monthly Archives: April 2017

To the man I want to love

I give you my heart,
place it against your chest,
against your lips,
against your face,
and I ask you, and I’ll just ask you once,
to treat it with trust,
treat it with kindness,
handle it with grace:
my heart will not let you fall,
will not let you down,
will not let you tumble or drown,
it will give you no harm,
building strength upon strength,
as it holds you fast in it’s arms.

I give you my hands,
these hands,
my fingers, my toes,
my body becomes yours to steal,
to worship,
to respect:
let us take off our clothes,
our outer skin,
shed our past,
mistakes, heartbreaks,
let our vulnerability be not unknown,
let our closeness be not suspect.

I give you my lips,
they are yours,
take them,
turn them into something more,
turn them toward heaven,
turn them toward hell,
torture them and please them until all is well.

With my heart, my hands, my body,
my eyes,
my organs, my thoughts, my sorrow, my thighs,
comes love.

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