Listen To…Me

I don’t know how we got here…
All out-of-order,
All mixed up…

Mind,
Voice,
Spirit,

Dissociated from
The “norm.”

Not following the rules
Of a constraining,
Unknowing,
World.

But somewhere beyond their ruse,
My outstretched fingers,
Reach for you,
Straining for that
Familiar touch,

To give me certainty,
To give me comfort,
To give me home.

Know this.

I long for…

I beg for…

You to have me,

End-
Less-
Ly.

That you will accept me,
With all my flaws and faults,
Deeply,
And passionately,
In love…

With you,

And only…

You.

Sense,
Now,
An everlasting,
Unmatchable,
Burning,
For you,

As a woman,
As a person,
As a being.

Please,
Please…

Look at me,
Look at this man,
Committing himself
To you.

Please,
Please…

Feel the warmth
Of my chest,
And my indisputable heat
For you.

Please,
Please…

Listen with your heart,
To my soul whispering
A forever
For you.

Listen…

Listen…

To me.

 

 

 

© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

 

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