Don’t try to be divine ‘Cause we’ve always been Just try to be yourself My out fits your in
Powdered salt snowflakes Dusted on stubborn dead leaves Life’s perfect white noise
I’ve never known The salve of rest I’ve only felt Drums in my chest And when I think
You are eternal. Your essence will always exist. You will always be, You. Enjoy it!
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
I’ve always been Out on the run I’ve never felt Like had a home And then one day
I’m not the one That I should be I’m just the man You came to see Imperfect you
We’ve reached the acme of intimacy When I taste like you And you taste like me
Each moment at hand Is open invitation To the promised land
If they push you Push back And go for the throat
I’ve driven self along my quest I think it might be time for rest To take steps back and then assess What it might mean to be my best
The waves, curls, cowlicks; Your idiosyncrasies Make me love you more.
What if I watched with no judgement or saw without shame, nurtured your essence behind drawn shades?
I feel it is my heritage To see your essence, know your bed To think the truth inside your hea… Because that’s what your actions s…
I stretch your being You respond with shocked intrigue Sparks dance in-between
