Jun 3
COME TO ME AS YOU ARE
I reach out to trace your textures through each of my fingers: wool, supima, and satin; cactus, brick and steel.
My eyes that have seen a spectrum of hues and shapes, are charmed by your distinct muted tints and rich shades.
My mouth and tongue hum to taste your flavors: coffee beans, miso and chili; watermelon, cinnamon and lime.
My body wants to know your range of temperature. My mind wants to understand the mechanism of your soul.
But I see how you pace in circles, neither moving forward nor retreating — half-brave in surrendering to your silent longings, half-afraid to let your desires breathe.
Love, just come to me as you are; and don't be concerned whether you're a glacier that inches or a river that gushes.
