maybe you don't know
who you are
to me
but ever since you
came into my life
you see
colors are brighter
and I've realized
I'm a writer
of prose
I suppose
that serve
as a reminder
that pain is poetry
yet to be expressed
and longing
is love
just waiting
to be undressed
by hands that
i've licked
like honey
from the pot
so my dear
i must be honest
i've be learning
quite a lot
about what
i am
and what
i am not
and yes i know
i am skilled
at throwing you
off the spot
so let me be honest
just one truth
from you to me
my soul has been
through a battle
freshly
unearthed
from the debris
so please do not
try to control me
as you love me
passionately
i am a woman
of devotion
look into my eyes
and you will see
that i can love you
like no other
but to do so
i must be free.
🌹🌹🌹
A poem to the men who truly want to love women without caging or stripping them of their raw and wild power. We are discovering ourselves, as we discover how to be in relationship to you.
Please, love us in our process, slow down, and let us learn to trust in the safety of your arms in our own time.
We hold a key to your nourishment, to your satiety, that we so deeply desire to share, but we cannot give it if it means sacrificing our truth or our soul.
We women are learning, and we know you are too. Please, slow down, find intimacy and pleasure in the space between touch, so we can find resonance, and learn in connection with you.
Thank you. I love you.
Arielle Brown