Out Now on #amazon and #kindle 👇Poem below Inspired by events described in my New Book of #Poetry out this week on #Amazon and #kindle 
I hope you'll read this story, 
and be a part of the next chapter written. ❤️‍🔥

I did not want to face it, 
the shadowed mirror of myself, 
the aching marrow, 
the awkward and trembling surrender 
that you demanded of me— 
a sculptor chisel-worn by her dreams, 
etching a man into the air 
with whispers, 
and hands soft as twilight rain. 

You rode the hardness of me, 
stern to breast, 
your wisened hands 
disarmed my tired heart, 
dragging tenderness 
from the iron of my being. 
You touched me, 
not flesh alone but the hollows, 
the crags where my soul 
had once lain barren. 

Through the nethers of my body, 
you touched your masterpiece— 
the shape you scrawled on paper 
as though divinity 
could be written into my sinews, 
a letter to the winds, 
summoning me from the north. 
But I was yet unmade, 
a man raw with edges 
you had not smoothed. 

And still, as dreams of us 
frothed like soap 
against my weathered chest, 
I felt the lather of your vision 
rising, rising— 
tiny bubbles born and broken 
on the surface of your skin 
pressed to mine, 
the vapor of your cleansing 
seeping through my cracks. 

You washed me clean 
as though I could become 
the man you dreamed, 
the man I feared, 
a man shaped by your hands, 
and not by my own. 

But later, you spoke 
as though the air between us 
had thinned to nothingness. 
You said, *I wished for you in weakness, 
in a codependent haze of longing, 
in love born of what I lacked.* 
And though I stumbled, 
though I feared your voice 
might scatter me to ash, 
I stood unshaken, 
your words a storm 
that turned my barren ground 
to fertile soil. 

Because in the hours of silence, 
in the dark, relentless nights, 
I have begun to build myself 
into the brilliance you once dreamed. 
I have gathered the love 
you wrote into my name, 
the quiet understanding 
that you breathed 
into the bones of this man. 

I will become him, 
I will embody the man 
etched in your letters, 
not because I was summoned
but because I am worthy
Of a Love that's True.

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