Does she do it...?

It’s safe to say you are a revolving door with skin like moonshine

I'm drunk going in circles

Detoured from my original destination of happiness and ended up on a highway of contentment

I swam in the tears of your lost dimples and got tired there

Rested my head there

Lifted my feet to the sun in homage as if to say, shine on me, I'm wide open

I guess my horizon wasn’t wide enough for you

Maybe your feet couldn’t carry you through the tunnels of me

Maybe my pyramids were a bit too Egypt for you

You always liked sky scrapers

And I never thought a building was beautiful enough to introduce itself to the clouds

How I can’t stand a man who lacks humility is how you can’t stand a woman with power

I should have taken my own advice

Even kings bleed water sometime and even queens give birth to people who are not worthy of her the throne

I wish your mother hugged you more often so that my arms didn’t feel like barbed wire to you

And I would hope that in your next lifetime your father will show you how to be a husband instead of just a hammer wielding man

I even pray that your smile is a language I won’t be understand because falling in love with you again will make me a master of linguistics but not a wife

I want to ask you

For all the women begging at your feet

Their knees dirty with desperation

I want to know if she prays for you while she is down there

If when she looks up at you, does she see God or just another man waiting to come

Tell me, do her eyes light up a room for you?

Snap the embers of her soul on fire and light fresh flames around your bed

Does her nose smell you in her dreams?

Do her hands carve strength into your back?

And are your tattoos drawn into her notebook as a reminder that some men are willing to scribble on what’s already perfect?

Show me someone who needs more than love and I’ll show you someone who will never find it

Because there is nothing greater than to love the skin of a man you did not know before yesterday

I find that too many women are haunted by the flesh

And your new girlfriend is one of them

Will she still love you when you can’t f.ck her anymore?

When your bones turn to dust and your smile crumples like chocolate chip cookies in the corner of a child’s mouth

When your knees buckle under the pressure of the Earth

When you stop looking like a King and start acting like one

Acting like the mortal you are

Acting like the mistakes you’ve made

Acting

Acting

Acting

Because nothing is real without love to make it so