A raging fireball,

Out in the cult –

In my arms,

A lover.

 

 

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.

 

Receive, you will,

An abundance of kisses,

For, your coffee lips,

They deserve,

Nothing less than just that.

And I will love you right here and right now,

‘Cause, darling, the tides change and the wind blows,

And who knows,

What tomorrow will bring with it.

 

Show me your real skin,

Bruises and whatnot,

The marks and the warts,

That delicate flab, that you so gently try to hide,

The irregularities and the grains,

The cuts and the stitches,

Show me –

And I will love them all.

Roaring riptides,

Moist clams,

Ringing truths,

Beckoning hills,

Busiful bodies,

Sweltering heats,

And all I want,

Is you.

As it goes,

And as it went

So it goes,

And so it went.

And are we all enough,

To make up for all the beauty,

Of us,

Of everything.