Wounds

So many wounds
I bleed from the flesh
My soul awaits in a tomb
Wrapped in my own inequity
My smile is a mystery
This same charm has caused me harm
Love is a pawn, a sacrificial piece
To retain is to give a part of me

              It gets deep

Willing to figure it out
Can’t help but have my doubts
I’ve been let down and the bearer of bad news
I’ve also been the one they say—
“Hmmm, he ain’t nothing but bad news”
You know those type of dudes
Walking around knowing they got plenty to choose
Switch women like women switch shoes
In the midst of that, I’ve lost myself
An esquire palace robe stained with none else
Top shelf vineyards finest
Drunk on my own highness
In reality, I am below
For I fear my own sentiments
My feelings revealed when I am hesitant
Vulnerability scales on the Richter
I’m taking all my baggage on vacation
Claiming to be free
Doomed with frustrations
My fate, faith, and complex of where I’ll someday be
Will I be alone—A castaway?
I imagine being with you
Because I can be with you
Giving me to you and you taking a part of me
Realms of intimacy could be unveiled to us

                    Have we really prayed for us?

To learn trust in the abyss of our own insecurities
Heal from our own misery to create new history

Intercede for the right to breathe in each other’s breath
To overcome love and to no longer be deprived of it
Is like overcoming death

Overwhelming, yes, but I thirst love
To drink from her milking breast
Inebriated on her chest, I beg for her neck
Wanting more than I can handle, eating at her flesh
All this to confess that I am not healed yet…