You drew me in
It was something in your quiet
Something in the currents that seethed
Underneath the stillness.
From a lifetime away
I felt the gravity of you
Pulling on the very fibers of me.
Was it always you?
Around the endless wheel of time
Is it always you?
You who chases me
Across the wilderness of life?
You who soothes me
Through these many sleepless nights?
Can it be that
You, who comes from
A very different star
Might be from
the same star
As I am?
I often wonder if
I am alone
Or if
By some chance there
Might be others
Out there
Who are vertically challenged
And horizontally, too
And who
When told they’re small
By some giant
Feel indignation
Or maybe some confusion
After acclimitizing to
The thought
That they are a behemoth
Among small and
Pretty things.
Or when told by
Some well meaning
Sales lady
That they don’t make
Pants short enough
For you
Or wide enough for
Your very wide
Thunder thighs
Are inspired by the
Most passionate frustration
And leave.
We are the bulls
In life’s china-shop
But we are enough.
Tell me again
how deeply that cut you
I’ll tell you again
how beautiful the scar is.
Tell me again
How badly it burned you
I’ll tell you again
How the prairie blooms after a fire.
My love
Tell me again
About the things that keep you up at night.
I’ll tell you again
That the shadows will fade in the coming light.
So tell me again
My dear
Of every insecurity and fear
Then let me remind you
That even your demons have a home here.
I told you that I loved you
I tell you every day.
But while I held your heart as it hurt
Expressing my ardor
I meant that I loved each part of you.
Not just your sunshine, but also your howling wind and rain.
I love you not just for the peace you bring me
But also for the pain.
I love your anger
Even when it runs free and unrestrained.
I love the edges of you
That you struggle to smooth away.
I love the kid in you
That dances with abandon.
I love the sound of you
Even when your voice is low with shame.
I love the parts of you
That you hide so far away.
I love the softness of you
When you kiss me and it feels like home.
I love your insecurity
Your fear of losing me if you hold too tight.
I love your confidence
When you know you’re right.
I could never pick and choose
The parts of you to love or lose.
Each little piece of you is precious,
Every perfect imperfection
Every distorted perception.
So know
Beyond any doubt
That when I say, “I love you”
I mean your scars and demons too.
If it weren’t for them, you wouldn’t be you.
Once I would have run
From the question your eyes hold.
Once I would have hidden
From the weight of that desire.
But I love the way you ask
When your sweet kisses
Are broken by your soft and searching tongue.
When your strong hands
Trace teasing lines up my thigh.
I am intoxicated by your questions
When your breath in my ear
Feels louder than the music
Pounding through the walls.
When the smile you offer me
Is tinged with mischief.
I am entranced by you
When you shiver from my touch.
When in the night you hold me
And your soft whimpered want is breathed against my neck.
I love the way you ask
As if I would say no
That I could is the sweetest gift you’ve ever given.
But I could never stop myself
From opening my shutters to your storm.
From answering your searching lips
With my own resounding invitation.
I could never deny you
Or myself
That moment of exultation
Or the satisfaction after
As I lean into your chest
And listen to your racing heart
Filled with the knowing
That it beats so fast for me.
I could not
I would not
Keep myself from you
From the smell of you
Or the warmth of you
From the comfort of you
Or the contentment of you
From the feeling of you
Touching every secret part of me.
I love the way you ask…as if I could say no.
The Twisted Mirror 