You were hesitant, and scared to stand too close to me.
So I slung my arm around your shoulders and introduced you to every friend that I could find.
You smelled like honeysuckle blooming in the summer.
Though the winds were carrying a colder message, your very being reminded me of warmth.
It was a party where we ended up that night. I offered you a drink and I swear I saw you thank the Gods.
Later, when we were laying in your apartment I had no thoughts of slipping you out of your dress though you expected as much.
I needed to learn you, I wanted to learn you.
I swear there were bruises on the heels of your feet, you feel being awake is hard.
I could tell you tried to hide your full liquor cabinets- the place you go at night, when your inner war is winning and digging flags into your skin. Soldiers were digging up uncharted territory, and inhabiting no mans land while you pour a drink.
I do not claim to understand you. I have always been my own friend.
But I have enough friend or lover in me to sit here and tell you every reason you are good enough.
Please. Do not dwell on what has broken you.
I can remember why I walked over to you in that cafe’.
-The way you held your coffee like it was giving you life. And when your hair caught the sun, it glittered with red. The way you shake your knee when you get nervous.
You enchanted me. I couldn’t even taste the sugar in my coffee that day, because you were sweeter.
I can say to you now, I thought of love before I ever knew your name.
I lay here, running my fingers down your side. And to answer your question swimming in and out of your curls- no. I am not repulsed by your scars in or outside of this skin.
Your eyes start to dart, looking for me to run.
You nearly wept when I kissed your each and every scar. I do not care if they were self inflicted, made by carelessness of others or merely the result of the war taking place in your very bones.
I must kiss them to kiss you, I must hold them to hold you, I will love them as I love you.
Those scars do not scare me, you do not scare me.
I’ll make you a cup of coffee, you will hold it as a lifeline.
And if the soldiers decide its time for rain, I will wipe away those tears.
Tell me your stories, you are my uncharted territory."