a poem a day: day two

"take me to church"

days do not have to be
consecutive

there is no pressure
to speak

your words matter
and they matter more when
you really feel them

you are beautiful
in the essence of
your being

your fragments can be
felt

your wholeness is
known

I love you as
you are

I want you to
feel held

this is my prayer for us all

church

I like the way you move when you’re
unsure of yourself

I like the way
your writing gives me
insights into
your mind, your tongue
the unfurling of
this page

I like the way you make
everything into
something of your own
not because you’re trying to
but because you belong
to yourself

I like the way you take me places
sitting in front of a screen

I like the way you move me
titillate me
annihilate me
and leave me
dying
silently

by the roadside

in ecstasy

I like the way you
mindfuck me

I like the way you
refuse to abandon me

I respect you
more than
you know

xoxo