I don't need to fall in love

with someone who can write poems for me

about drowning in my beautiful spirit

Or telling the mockingbirds stories of how

My curves are modeled after Milky-way edges

And my smile is the first light that ignited

In the endless vacuum of a dark universe

No, I don't need that

Because I can write poems for myself

My words reinforcing the alloyed metal of my bones 

Metaphors floating in my mind like

Butterflies inside of violet bubbles, bouncing on the breeze

Ready to be popped and dropped onto the page

I need to fall in love with someone

Who is worthy of writing poems about

My words about him wielding no sharp edges

My fingers trembling from the need

To tell his story

And paint intricate tapestries as homage

To how his nose wrinkles when he laughs

I don't need to be wooed with frivolities

But nurtured from my roots

Keep the chocolate truffles and caviar

I'm looking for beans and rice

And fresh, black coffee

So, my future love, do not be afraid

To adorn my hands with your kindness

Do not be afraid of offering me love that looks like Pablo's rough wool socks

And moments in the summer sunshine

Because as Rupi says,

"I am not the whiskey you want

But the water you need"

So let's drink together and never

Stop

4/8/17