speak softly to me.
when i ask you to reminisce on the earthy goodness of the soul,
press your holy roller lips against mine,
and sooth the wanting grind of that political burn i call mine.
let me rage out the tremors, let me speak shout the murmurs, and let me be endless if i can.
i know not of broken wings, but i know of hardships, things that poetry just cannot hold without making love or loss or simple sounds the music that surrounds every achen breath.
truly put, i can't stay put. i can't suffer without sharing, i can't commend without caring, and i can't be your everyman without being yours wholly.
love, you are my sanctity, and the kneeling to my unholy.
your brow is burnt with fiery courage. your strong needs me, but not when it comes to holding your own in a clean, clear world broken only by flushed color in the cheeks of angry men.
in a place where hate has started to spring more freely than ever before, in a boxed up life that won't let either of us stop hearing our own echoes and those of liberally fantastic minds, say that you'll be with me when the fire breaks in.
say that i have committed no sin by being and burning faster than i can run towards the ocean, say that i have nothing to fear when the danger is here and at our door and ready to knock;
for me, once more.
there is no end to our thoughts.
there is no end to the readiness i feel towards starting a life with eyes screaming vain freedom and ears holding gentle whispers of "now, we aren't broken quite yet"
i am ready to love you and i am ready to be engulfed in whatever the waves are going to bring.
i am ready, and i am ready to fight for us and you and this country and my country and my county and myself and everyone who's ever held a baby and said,
"you're going to breathe flames one day,
and i can't wait to see it"
let's begin it.
let's do ****.