Lift me into the arms of acceptance and I will try to find the will to believe

Tomorrow spells light in your eyes...
a hint of something to come,
something that was,
something that could be again?
I will accept the unbinding feel
of a touch, of a whisper, of a linger.
You shower me in undeserving praise,
and you almost have me convinced:
that maybe I am okay, likable...
maybe there isn't something wrong with me?
Lift me into the arms of acceptance
and I will try to find the will to believe.

A Haiku For Sleeping With You

I love to feel the
Rise and fall of your chest, you
Press'd so close to me.

from "Women who are Difficult to Love" by Warsan Shire

“you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
and you tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.”

Bites and scratches
down my back.
Tiny pings of pain
throughout the day
to remind me of
our nights together.

I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.

Morning Would

It’s funny how I fall asleep so hungry for you I feel as though a hundred tacit fingers are teasing and pulling me apart until my body surrenders and becomes a cavern for the unspoken and illicit. Yet when I wake up in the morning, my body feels lithe and stretched, as though you fed me in my dreams, leaving me satisfied and filled so that I almost forget that I even wanted for anything at all. And then the day wears on and my toes curl and my neck cranes and my fingers wander and I am left panting and starving for you again while my lids flutter in anticipation of the night.

Something about you has stolen me away... coaxed me out of my window and into the lonely fog to dance beneath the moon; and now there is only you.