If you cannot accept someone
at their worst,
you are not worthy of
them
at their pivotal best.
I give selflessly
unto you
a gift of a loving magnitude.
I beg of you not to shrug
away,
fall into a field of
poppies
reaping hastily the bounty
of
the sacred, the
wholesome, the lowly…like me.
That character does not
suit you.
I love you for you
and the respect you bestow
upon me
endlessly,
day by day,
with every
kiss that heads my way.
Our attraction, a
perpetual movement
into the ornate, starlit
abyss -
the ambiguous driving force
of my actions
lead me into your grasp.
With tender fingers, so cool
and collected,
to take hold with a spherical
motion
and gather up all the
broken bits
left behind.
You accept me.
I cannot say any one has
treated me
so beautifully this way
before;
however, here you are facing
me
with eyes that plunge me
into an erotic scene.
I cry incredulously
at the euphoric
sensation I obtain
when I remain sleepless
throughout the night
thinking only of you
and how you morphed me back
into
the woman I once knew.
I never believed
anything could be
as intoxicating as a stroke
of the hair,
a fleeting look, a supple
kiss
that opens my closed
eyes to a world
so unforgettable as
this.
So if a tug at my
heartstrings is all it takes
to put my entire being
at stake,
I will do whatever I
must
to be with the one I pine
for,
the one I lust,
the only one,
only you.
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