So, just love me and let my hair be messy and unkept sometimes, just because.
Tell me nothing needs to be done,
no beds to make, no errands to run.
Instead, let me steady myself in the arms of a woman
who won't ask me to be what she desires,
but lets me exsist, just as you are.
A beautiful flame and sometimes a ragging hurricane.
Wrapped in a fragile body,which sometimes experiences terrifying episodes
which you have finally accepted are of no fault of your own.
Please, let me envelope this frightened body around the warmth of this woman I love...
Like a safe harbor, for the gradual mending of my soul.

©2009 Joe R. Swann