Muscle Poems

Jim,

Please hear me.

You are a rarefied beauty.

I am baffled by it. Second score, duty.

Some of the most beautiful people are the most sensitive instruments.

The lonely they are, as people react to the faraway, to look at it, is the painful eye of the star. That way.

And when you were young, confused, deemed unapproachable, we can get very confused about love. Dejection is hard to make sense of, when a limiting belief we can’t conceive of, can be the product of someone’s unconscious treatment, and leave us being someone so unforgettably wounded to cleave on.

 

Whatever has disappointed us romantically in the past was their way of describing a blessing, having been a prayer wrongly asked, just telling us we are just meant for the right person. Somewhere last.

 

Consider a rarefied pair of eyes showing you now. Part of the reason we are so pulled to each other is both of us have never felt inspired, by the forever, never by the person we truly desire. The truly desired we are. Desirable we were by far.

 

The attraction I have to you is about your principles and manner, gestures, lovingness and candor, accessible plans and your matters at hand. Jim, you have no ego, no arrogance, —so refreshing to love and be loved by a man. You, like this in return, This point before we meet I get sick, a risk to push through the wound that made risk. As scary, as is, from comparing your looks to mine, you will never regret having done it in the end. You heal my broken heart in the process as well as in time.

 

It’s hard to describe….long lean frame, tall height, elegant limbs, enchanted brown eyes. Chiseled features, being alone and married, your way of speaking, how attuned you are to your commitment, my thighs. The inspiration you create is my song. I love the type of person you are that stays in the background too long, knowing your merit and never having to show it, or throw it around while the others talk and you laugh at its sound. How does it hurt? Please, You have to know your Worth! What a treasure chest you must have inside. So powerful! So profound.

 

You may be worried I have grander expectations than you can reach in my life. The truth is, with you, I really don’t have any rights. To have one is enough, I mean to you an extremely happy wife. I don’t care what you look like, neither fame nor fortune never greets you, I just love you so much I can talk. What have you been through? You are so much more than your looks, my fear says, “and then who?, goddamnit! I get the best deal with you in it!”  as I may ever can, being the exact romantic type that I am. Your insecurities are even attractive. There was a day I remember from the past when I ran, so

Come home.

This time. This night

Only nibbles and rarefied eyes.