Just a small token

Wait for your knock on my door
though you don’t know where to go
send a swift messenger around bed time
let me know I’m in your head
I don’t need a full on declaration, for now
just a small token of hunger

Let me teach you beauty
not w/your eyes, but in your hands, a stirring belly
the quiet voice in your heart that whispers my name, creation
feel more masculine in my woman

Waiting to receive your messengers
wondering where you are
wonder how'd love me imperfectly
the father of my child loved me fully bodily
in his eyes my flawed flesh was divine
I sense your difference
growing fascination to leave all others behind
redefine cosmic allegiances
inner landscapes of mortality

I swear your hesitation is taken as rejection
I have knights, I have Adonis, hot blooded Mediterranean Volcanic fire
waiting in line and its not modesty or honor
that restrains me
its hope in our mutual exclusivity