I want the weird one The one that everyone says is not… That one has created a Self That one I can love

I choose to be The Most Unclean So you can see The God in thee

What if I watched with no judgement or saw without shame, nurtured your essence behind drawn shades?

Because you exist Is the best reason For you to persist

Walked a labyrinth And wrote a poem Then suddenly It all exploded

Working towards Common goals

We’ve reached the acme of intimacy When I taste like you And you taste like me

Jonathan and Jordan Sitting in a tree M-u-s-s-i-n-g First comes souls Then comes mates

Maybe you could teach me how To tighten up my shit And maybe I could show you how To loosen up a bit Maybe we could be the spark

Open your heart to love So you might be able To love your open heart

I’ve always been Out on the run I’ve never felt Like had a home And then one day

I have no tricks. I have no sleeves. I have only me. And that’s enough.

My brain doesn’t work like it norm… It doesn’t think of the funny rema… Or witty sayings It doesn’t jump from scene to scen… Most of the time it’s too busy

You’ll have to take It slow with me That’s just the way Things have to be I’m sensitive