I do not need nor want the kind of love
That is one-sided
I want people
Who give me energy and support me
The way I am
I want people to treat me the same way I treat them

You don't have to be alone
To feel alone.
I still struggle with that
Despite how much I've grown.
I still have my friends,
My family, my fans.
But when I look down, all I see
are my empty hands.

What if every little thought
That lives inside your head
Instead of hiding away in there
Was spoken out, was said?

Would you be embarrassed?
Would you hate your mouth?
Would you rather be mute
Than let the truth come out?

What if every little thing
That people thought of you
Instead of being tucked away
Was heard, was listened to?

Would you be ashamed?
Would you cover your ears?
Would you rather be deaf
Than let the truth come near?

And what if every image
That passes through your thoughts
Was freed from its prison
To roam until it rots?

Would you be disgusted?
Would you look away?
Would you rather be blind
Than see your thoughts at play?

I love the buildup.  When touching, turns into grabbing.

Soft lips, into passionate tongues.

And your heartbeat getting faster and faster.

               Kissing you is nice, the rest of you is paradise.
                                                                                               Jon York   2019