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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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I wrote you a love poem

I may not always tell you how I feel
or say the words you want to hear
but my dear, I muster the courage
and the words
to tell you about the universe,
the half-lit moon,
the snow storm coming far too soon,
before we’ve stocked up with coffee and bread,
before the morning dawns it’s color red.
In bed, I tell you how I feel
with each grab and each caress,
with each kiss upon your tattooed chest.
I may not always have the words to tell you how I feel
or say what you want to hear,
but my dear, I want to tell you
how the sunshine reminds me of your freckled face,
how I struggle with being strong, with having grace,
how the smell of summer and sunshine
make me think of you,
and how you set off fireworks within my lungs.
There are no words in the dictionary
to describe
the feeling of being wrapped up in your arms,
those words just don’t exist,
but it feels better than a cup of tea
better than a hot shower
better than chocolate milk,
and if I could dance across the sky with you,
we’d two-step from Venus to Saturn and it’s many moons,
and I would sing a song to you
to tell you about the universe,
and the half-lit moon.

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