You got male...

I got a love letter, filled
with never-minded thoughts
I had thought better
left unsaid
About how I begged
to differ when
I made the difference
How I was bred a winner
and practiced diminishing
the self with arms too short
to box with it's own divinity
but long enough
to reach for a mirror in the middle
of the night, or
I should say reflection
to hold me tight
In sickness and in health
In poverty and in wealth
through the fire
to be the choir that ushers the
presence of God into my sanctuary
He said...
He wished I'd never loved another
before him because
then I would have no fear of my own perfection
If I didn't have so many possessions
there'd be no cause for alarm
I would rest in his protection
With no assumption of harm
We would recognize that all things work together
for the good of those that love God
even after they find her, within
We could be friends, lovers, biologicals,
I shouldn't mind at all
to belt out a song slightly out of my range
cry when I am in pain
pray or curse
without shame
Because he would know how I knew him
by how I knew me
And this was a love letter
On tear and blood-stained paper he told me
how his knuckles and knees were raw
from praying
for me to remember my own beauty
and now he'd taken to wrestling angels until
our dreams came true
I thought he said I didn't think anyone could love me
but I read it wrong
he said "I didn't think.
Anyone could love me
And that I probably read that last line wrong
Kinda hurt my feelings, but I read on
he said
I should cook more
Yes, beacause he has to eat
but also because
In my pots are the secrets to world peace
In the kitchen every kind of love is made
Yes, Please, he said,
be barefoot and pregnant there
naked and vulnerable
When you are
I savor the taste of your tone
like it is fried in butter
You are freshly brewed sweet tea
Satsifyingly stout yet honey-like
Only your heart has the strenghth
to hold this mystery
The history of the earth would be greatly altered
If you could give yourself permission to trust it
Why must it be us and them
It wouldn't if we more frequently met over plates where
hot sauce and cane syrup ran together
You must follow your dreams they are prophecies
And Although we may not seem to make each others
way easier
We do make each other way easier
Going and coming is inevitable
maybe just the going
but I know you remember as I do coming into this world alone
As one, carrying within only that which we came to create
We didn't know what co-dependency was
But they taught us so well
we have had to fight to remember ourSelf
so we didn't have to fight to remember each other.