Open up to me.
Let me place these calloused hands on your beating heart. 
You see you’ll be safe in them because of how much work they’ve put into loving you. 
Let us do all the things that lovers do. 
Let me be the suture that holds together your fissures.
Let my words paint the goddess i see in you as a completed picture.
Open up to a love that God has anointed. 
Let me fold you over like we was double jointed.
imagine a love that allows you to flourish.
imagine a patient man willing to be your garden’s florist.
Until you grow a forest.
Until our foundation has marbled flooring.
Until you see life with me would never be boring.