Take what you want of me
Come drink your fill
I’ll always have love for you
I’ll cure all your ills
Or die trying
Honest Prose
Take what you want of me
Come drink your fill
I’ll always have love for you
I’ll cure all your ills
Or die trying
I want to plunge into you
Get lost and find my way through
If I dive into your deep blue
I don’t want to hurt me or you
Though I know that diving into someone’s heart is not without risk
I wish I knew how to plunge gently
I like having you around, at least for now
But when we’re inside out and upside down
I hope I remember that you were a good friend
That gives me courage to plunge into your eyes, your arms, your mind, your charms
I want to surround myself with you, to take and to give
Please, plunge in
Man, you got me writing in this journal like an adolescent girl
My heart gushing forth while my mind’s in a twirl
I haven’t crushed this hard since I can’t remember, and probably longer still
You’re half comedian, half musician, and 100% enlightened genius skill
You must have a lot of girls climbing up your hill
There’s so much I wanted to say to you, but I hold myself back still
I wanted to dance to your music wildly, sit next to you in the circle
Be the first to hug you, jump into all of your arms
My inner alarms played their broken-record tune, ‘you’re shy, you aren’t worthy, it isn’t safe to follow your heart’.
Your voice sang smooth as the moon, and I swooned
There is so much I wanted to ask you, about where you’re going and where you’ve been
So much I wanted to applaud about you, to share and offer you
Helping you is the least I could do
Even the man with thirteen hands could use an extra hand sometimes
Should you need them, my hands are here for you
You appeared out of the haze
With your calming presence and all the colors I’d never seen that you shared with the people in your life and those in strife
You opened my eyes, caught my eye with your constant creation of beauty
It brought me joy to know that you were out there painting your rainbow
I thought that I could be your pot of gold and you might want to grow old
On sunny days we’d play outside, on rainy days we’d hide in a world all our own
I’d built a fort with you, cook you a pot of stew
I’d read to you at night
If that’s what you were into
But if you would rather not, that’s fine
I know I’ve broken a heart or two
I’d hate to do that to you
It’s not my intention
But you caught my attention
Honey, let me know which way your wind is blowing
We can ride the seasons
Spring or snow, I’d like to know if you will be in my life to share a cup of tea
So let’s take a sip and take a dip
The sun is high in the sky
I feel like I could fly
Like your paintbrush, without limits
Thank you for inspiring this song, I could sing it all day long
But I tell myself I’m too busy, I make myself dizzy
When I simmer down, I hope you’re next to me on the ground
I’ll paint a picture of what I want my life to be
How sweet it would have been to let this poem end on the naive note of my initial school-girl crush that was later crushed by your true colors. I find old poems like time capsules and marvel at how much has changed.
You probably didn’t realize what a huge trauma trigger your words of shame and smacks of cruel violence would be for me. I don’t know who gets off on receiving that but I know it isn’t me. I summed it up in the poem I wrote on the way to visit you about escaping a predator like my body knew long before your actions rang true. The picture of my ideal life no longer includes you.
I have a song in my heart
I sing it when we are apart
When you are near
I am silenced by fear
I want to sing you my song
What happens to my voice
Is it even a choice
I want to believe that I am free
All I can do is try to sing to you
I have a song in my heart
A song like the wind that blows clouds apart
The sun shines for all
Remember this next time your heart falls
You have a song in your heart
You’ve had it from the start
You have a song that beats all day long
In the quiet of the night you can hear it
If you listen to the song in your heart
I feel the rhythm in all
Who lied
Was it you or was it I
When was that lie
Was it white like the magnolia blossom
Take a sip from that sweet cup
Drink it up
Like you drank down those sweet lies
Who lied
Was it you or was it I
Did you even feel me by your side
Or was it your desire that caught us on fire
And burned truth before our eyes
What’s that I thought I saw
It’s nothing at all
Or maybe it was everything
You could be everything to me
I could be everything to you
Why do we disguise ourselves
What’s that I thought I saw
You glanced my way in the hall
Was it nothing or was it everything
You turned your gaze my way after I looked at you
By then, my hope was through
I had looked away by the time your eyes fell on me
Then you gave up and looked away again
I looked back at you
When will we meet
When will our feet stop
When will our hearts stop
When will we see that there is no difference between you and me
Was there ever any at all
I keep my eyes wide open and my feet on the ground all the time
I saw you there, you reached for my hair and I wrote this rhyme
Am I levitating or am I meditating without a dime
I keep my eyes wide open and my feet on the ground both day and night
Though I want you around
I’ve got to slow down, ain’t that right
We both know well that the road to hell is a slippery slope
Once you start to fall, you’ll be desperately clawing for a rope
As you fall down there might not be a rope around til you’re on the ground, all the way down
In this life full of mystery what do you mean to me, we’ll have to see
What do I mean to you, we might not know til the sun is low and that’s ok, I’ll wait and stay
I’ll keep my eyes wide open and my feet on the ground til you come around
Tumble in the hay
Let’s hide away from the light of day
My fingers run through your flaxen hair
My other hand ends up over there
I go fish in your eyes- what a catch
You’re a fine dish, it’s no surprise that my mind’s between your thighs
Countless times I’ve denied myself dessert- the sweetness of your kiss
Though I’ve yet to taste it, it’s the flavor I miss
Though I’ve yet to be basted, I soak up your succulence
No matter how poor we’ve been,
You’ve always been my prince
I dive into your eyes and start to swim
Wash up on the shores of your amber honey skin
I want to ignite your spark when the light glows dim
Nourish you when you grow thin
Because cinnamon is the state of mind I’m in
Ever since I first saw you, I’ve wanted to paw you and draw you in
Lick your spoon and feel my taste buds spin
Drink the moon and take you in
Mouthfuls of cinnamon