Muscle Poems

 

Who gives into his passion?

But God as to he a power so holy,

He wields soft magnetism

A woman’s song

Has harbored inside him

Long before one came into his life

Working shy, yet knowing something about time.

 

In the pretending of others

Who are wishing to be important

Credit is given where it’s not due

Some self-seeking for fame,

These Stuck in a chaotic childhood

filled with naughty play,

Narcissistic plots and selfish rendezvous

Blind to their own abuse.

What’s worse? Any excuse.

 

Living behind someone’s back

Would only indicate a growing lack

Of the integrity that is illustrated

In our wounded heroes.

He has lived amongst people like that.

He may qualify as a living, sensitive iconoclast.

 

Knowing, wincing, then winning,

Standing unavoidably tall, no need for convincing

Rising as the bigger person, by having the gall.

He ignored the demeanors

But he listened to all.

I’m glad to have him back.

 

The instinct of the spiritual

To stay Love is naturally possessed by both of us.

His eyes knowing the frustrated truth all along.

The strength it takes to hand over applause.

His being so soft,

A man who overcame.

 

Bearing wounds?

Then come home to me

I invite you for love

And for rest.

I cannot avoid

Your lips and your jaw

Your sunken chest.

Your head cocked to one side

Your listening ears

And elegant limbs

 

You do not know

And I did not know

My capacity for awe.

 

I approach the idea

Of living with him.

A life starting to join

May start with a kiss.

 

Your stance unassuming.

If you’re still tired

I still invite you for rest

I’m unassuming, until your  tenderness melts.

 

Your  grace and your kindness.

I wish to feel differently accepted.

To always be felt by you, God’s attention

Directed at me

As a blessing

In my life

That receiveth in me your love

With the ending of doubt.

If you love me,

I know I will not live without.