my hMy love leave slow
Linger on threshold
Waiting
Cast your voice in my oceans
Bait the hook with that tone
I can guarantee a good catch
Love is a haunted house
Ever since you & I cross this threshold
Things from our past been creeping out the shadows
I can’t give you the world
But I’ve got these hands
Claim them as your own
when yours are too weak
Too shame-filled to fold in prayer
I’ll bow palms on your behalf
I got you
I need my love brought to a slow boil
Soften the callused soul
Resurrect the flavor of a wounded heart
I don’t want this love of mine to be another place
you feel you can’t be yourself
Ain’t no stages here
Could you get the zipper on this strength?
it’s been hard to breathe
help me ease into something
a little more comfortable
like my humanity
Love is an ocean
Its depths unsearchable
Floats you to the surface
Waves an applause for
all the storms you’ve sailed
I’ll be your sky
Your ocean
You will not be the next man
You are the only
My past of rough drafts has written me just for you
I won’t be putting all my time where it ain’t invited
I’m teaching my affection not to overstay her welcome
I can speak your language
just be patient enough to love me in lessons
If I crack open my hours & make room for you
Will you waste it?
I admit
I slip & fall into mundane love
My limbs fold a bedtime of your speech
I am well rested
I want a garden of love - so full
We leave no room for ego to bloom
Peace like weeds
choke it out at the root
This poem is not in the book but it is a favorite.
getting all this applause only wanting an encore of your smile