Your face Transcends Garnish
It’s quite a process To create a person
I had to shut everyone out To find my Self So I could let everyone in
I choose to be The Most Unclean So you can see The God in thee
I like to watch... an ant traverse a grass forest a flower unfurl in moonlight a muskrat reap trifolium a leaf quiver in mid-day breeze
I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less
You say you’re broken I see pieces made to fit You say you don’t know I see the truth hidden in it Hidden in You
Treat yourself Like you wish others Would treat you
You create yourself Then see better solutions Cue evolution
The waves, curls, cowlicks; Your idiosyncrasies Make me love you more.
Flesh of my flesh Bone of my bone Please hear your partner In all his earnest If you are willing
Sometimes I will stare You’re just more interesting Than others in sight
Mostly I want To be myself Something special To someone else
To tell you the truth I relish your cum It’s the best homage To a job well done
When we realize That our imperfections are Our emperfections