Dragging my palms down and up your spine as your head stays laid on my shoulders
am I tracing constellations
trying to map out stars with your moles
or playing you like a cello to distract me from your crying moans
do I even want to be distracted?
or do I just want music to accompany this perfect still image of us
this repeating still image of us
of me being your everlasting wall
a comfort to your neediness of stability
this height difference could never serve me
I have to kneel down whenever I need what I give
whereas you could just throw yourself onto me
and I’d stand firm clawing my toes so I’d nеver tilt
so down
to disappointment
I so want you to let mе fear
you want me to be afraid of nothing
but I’m only human
could we set this coffee stained
pearl and umbra picture of who we thought we should be aside
I so want you to let me fear
I’m everything but fearless at times
we don’t even have to stand
on your lap lie me down
I’m your man - then, there and always
but in some moments, I need you to make me your girl
treat me like that when I need it
and don’t run away when you see it
because who I am is just a guy—
gentle as glass, before I am a man
this dick doesn't dictate much of who I am
these alfalfa feelings,
anima risings
could never stop me from finding heaven in your eyes either
or in between these thighs that I lie on
but I just need you to comb your fingers through my hair sometimes
like your mohawking wavey ocean waves
into something steady, frizzy
straight
and still
like a lonely broken streetlight that just needed their bulb replaced or fixed
to keep doing their job
because even if you let me openly feel
I know this can’t be of routine—of normalcy
on my end
or else it seems that inherently
nothing will ever work for us
nothing will ever work for me