i'm full off new love;
some, our shadows have compatible marrow, secret lovers love
so my reserves are thick
and thin as i am, i want for nothing

but, i know some malnourished fools
can't remember the last time they had a belly full of anything close to it
anxious to get what i got

the fat is in the fire
and i'll be just as much the supplier of your provisions

full off new love;
some, holds me so tight i swear we might become the sum of one type love
thick reserves and the full measure of love
we'll want for nothing

and i know some malnourished women
who've suffered aspiration pneumonias, dehydration
and electrolyte imbalance
because they couldn't keep the generic brand down
tissue damaged and toothless now
as if they thought lust was less acidic

we're so satiated

ours, is an hourglass set in stone
and i've flushed the seeping sand with oil and molasses;
my nearly black blood, and your sugary secretions to thicken the grains
to keep time, and so death at bay

When you see her cry
     you get a rag,
a gentle delicate cloth.
                                        Lovingly grasp her hand
                                               and dab its tip;
                                       dry each tear as they come.
                                                           ­                               And ask each drop
                                                            ­                                   why it'd leave
                                                           ­                               such beautiful eyes.

  If she wishes
to be in the sky,
  tell her to go.
                              Take the sun ransom,
                              and replace its shining
                                    with her own.
                                                            ­          So you can see her every morning
                                                         ­                          and wish for her
                                                                ­                  return each night.

When you see her scars
  both visible and non-
    touch each gently.
                                             And remind her
                                       that each and every hurt
                                            she has survived,
                                                       ­                                 has only made her
                                                                ­                   that much more unique;
                                                         ­                              that much stronger.

  Show her that she
  is a special person
and is worthy of love.
                                     That she deserves the love
                                            she fears to give...
                                            show her so that
                                                            ­                     one day after you're gone
                                                            ­                      she can find the strength
                                                                ­                    to go on without you.

    Tell her that while
she might not be a goddess
far above worldly desires,
                                          that she is amazing,
                                         for just being herself
                                    for being that beautiful girl
                                                            ­                   who thinks herself damaged
                                                         ­                         when in truth she's just
                                                            ­                    a different kind of beautiful.

   And finally, love her.
  Like a boy loves a girl
Till she finally remembers
                                            that that's what she is:
                                          not a scar, not a goddess,
                                             not a star. But a girl.
                                                           ­                         That deserves to be loved.

I don't know that my blackened lungs still stretch
because they love me back
or if that's why my ruptured heart still thumps like that
I just know I'd be lifeless without
the same way I'd love life less without you
Loving intently and at the risk
of never having another someone love me again
because your eyes say you don't
your lips say you can't
and you only keep feelings for a man you've never met
The perfect love...
a takes me dancing til my feet hurt for his strong hands
reminds me I'm adored because it crosses his mind again and again
cooks when I'm too tired to be wined and dined
two legs to stand on love
I've watched the opera from your vantage point
and the fool who portrays me killed off before the third act
How many anxious moments have you sat through
rooting for my demise...
loving intently on a hope and a prayer
scene after life shattering scene?
Flawed love...
a he can't catch me if I fall
or fall on hard times
hold me tightly when life won't let up
or hold my hand to put the world on notice
can't be seen in public like that
no legs to stand on love
I don't know that your smile thrives behind my half dead eyes
because they love me back
or if that's why my gut still fellowships with my soul like that
I just know enough to eat pride before the reasoning expires
the same way I treasure my gifts, I know...
at the risk of sounding redundant
You'll always be the only other someone I'll ever need to love me again
but your body screams yes
your heart just won't
and you only harbor meaningful emotion for a man you've never met
The perfect love...
fantastic with the kids, mine and his
ambitious stud in the boardroom and the bedroom
traveling the world taking our show on tour
introduce him to my father
two legs to stand on love
I'm still taller than my limitations
I'll massage your pain away with all the right things to say
the way you swore only I can
catch you if you fall for me again
hold you down on your way up, I know...
at the risk of sounding like a contradiction
and romance your fam from a beautifully realistic vantage point
Love!
The altar
Love!
and crush our first dance...
legs or no

i'm up
i'm straight up
because i still can't give my heart away
after all this time
and love ain't even hard
like riding a bike... and once you know how
different wheels now
but i don't let it bother me
use me/use you are the twosomes i'm used to
and i've got more than these entendres to give
i'm still what's happenin
it just so happens
there's no one's here to lie to my face
i need that
it feels good sometimes
no one i can front for right now
like love is genuinely an option in my condition
i've been called a coward
emotions die horrible deaths under my watch
lust is less complicated
try me... surprise me
but my heart is too wide to fit in your handbag
you could strain something vital;
the weight of it all
you may hate that it excites you
waiting to fall, but... no love
just a one-way ticket and a long ride
take my word
i'm still standing
bracing for a crash landing
when you splash down
and i've got more than these entendres to give
i'm up
i'm straight up
because i still can't give my heart away
after all this time
and love ain't even hard
but there's no one else here to lie to me
no one i can front for
try me...
and try me again
just know i meant don't fall for me when i said
don't trip
use me/use you are the twosomes i'm used to
but if you need me to **** with your head
straighten up
and ride my empty promises
i got all night...
medicated via syringes with selfless intentions
i'm still standing
and you've fallen asleep before
to the rhythm of my love notes;
and you've wanted before now
to get to know my ***** mouth
can't explain why you want more... because what for
you were only curious to begin with
don't trip
use me/use you are the twosomes i'm used to
lie to my face
i need that in my life
feels good sometimes
so i'm good if you **** with my head
lust is less complicated this time of morning
i'm up
i'm straight up
i still can't give my heart away
after all this time
and love ain't even hard
like riding a bike... you never forget how
but here i am
and i'm still what's happenin
it just so happens
i'm more vulnerable than recent installments
but i don't let it bother me
use me/use you are the twosomes i'm used to
leave your heart at the door
i would hate to strain something vital
and take it... my word
that i'm up