Backstage

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?

’ve wielded words into weapons

But for you

I admit

I slip & fall into mundane love

I wasn’t looking but somehow

I found you

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