*dedicated to a man i used to love several years ago.
i used to crave him.
his words, his rhyme
his intellect, his reserve
his frame, his smile
his sex-uality
his stim-ulation
his freshness, his flyness
his way of making the mundane
more than
his caring, flashes of naked sensitivity
his inner struggles, the outer manifestation
his passion, his depth
his weakness close behind
his conflictedness, his presentness
his regretfulness, his past
his hurt
that hurt me.
his resolve
to be his full self
not just a shell
of the potential within
his complete self is what i saw in him… then
— i hope he sees it. now
