i don’t just want to love you,
i want to undo you.
i want to unfasten you
from every heavy thing
that has ever tried to own you.
every expectation that told you to shrink.
every should that made a home in your throat.
every time the world demanded your softness
but never built a temple to worship it in.
babe, i see you.
i see the weight you carry in your shoulders,
the tension woven into your spine
like a language you never asked to learn.
i see the way you fight to exist in a world
that calls your magic a liability.
i see how you give, give, give
until you forget what it feels like
to receive.
and i want to undo it.
not just the knots in your back,
but the ones in your story.
i want to rewrite the parts
where they taught you
that love is earned
through suffering,
that your body is only worthy
when it is performing,
that your pleasure is secondary,
that your intuition is a thing to be doubted.
fuck that.
i want you dripping in rest,
in radiance, in so much receiving
that the universe itself gets jealous.
you wanna know my kink?
it’s you—
hydrated, happy,
moaning in deep sleep,
stretching slow in the morning light,
untamed, unhurried, unburdened.
it’s you—
well-fed, well-fucked,
glowing like you swallowed the sun.
it’s you—
draped in abundance,
your joy taking up so much space
that stress can’t even find a dry spot
to hold onto.
i want to be the rock
grounding you back into your own power.
i want to be the altar where you lay down
the weight of the world and finally—
finally—just be.
i want you honoring your moon cycles
like the sacred tides they are.
babe, bleed in peace.
shed what no longer serves you
and don’t apologize.
be still when your body says be still.
go deep.
go dark.
let the world wait.
i’ll be right here,
keeping the fire lit,
making sure the world never dares
to forget the temple it stands before
when it looks at you.
you don’t have to be my inspiration—
you already are.
you don’t have to prove anything—
i already see you.
you don’t have to carry it all—
we will get there
together.
i don’t just want to love you.
i want to unbind you from everything
that ever made you think
you had to beg for it.
i want to love you in a way
that turns your existence
into a revolution.
I love this. Will you marry me? LOL! I want nothing less for myself.
I don't think I've ever been undressed (clothes and skin) by words like your's do. Thank you for your poetry.