Man-boy

And who is this figure,

Talking,

Talking to find his voice,

With his body,

Not as fragile

That big, ol’ body –

Praying to be felt,

With them big, ol’ shoulders,

That don’t quite fit,

Hanging,

And dangling around,

‘Cept the words,

Them big, ol’ words

– what about them?

Well, words,

They’re just words.

Newborn.

Darling,

Please be patient with me,

For I will come around.

 

Allow me my space,

To process my thoughts,

And to process myself,

And I will give you yours.

 

We’ve found something, the both of us,

Something beautiful,

Born out of mutual respect and adoration,

And deep love,

And we can cherish till it the end,

If only, we took care to nurture it –

And nurture it, we will,

Because it’s beautiful, like a baby.

 

And darling, hear, I will come around,

‘Cause just like you, I’m learning to love,

Myself, and the both of us, and the world,

And until then, I ask of you,

Please be patient with me.