Love Me

Love me, not just my body,
but the curvature of my being.
Take me as I am, as I’ll be.
Give me the quiet music
of your heart. Teach me
the lyrics and tune.

Love me for infinity, and not
just indefinitely. Tell me
we can work, if we work
for it as if it were our livelihood.
As if it were our art.

Love me enough to make
revisions to replenish.
Let me be the black and
blue uprooting your veins.

Love me from the inside out,
where the echos are heard everywhere.
Let me be your irreplaceable.
This body, this spirit, this future corpse.
Let me translate and soothe in a language
that’s never been anywhere but us.

Love me with substance and let our love
be a love of existence. Knowing I’m flawed,
that I’m nothing special but knowing
I’m enough for you.

Love me, like an
idea fully formed, like a love poem
filling the paper to capacity, full of hope,
written at the desk by heart light.

Love me, like yours is the hand
holding the pen.
Let the rhythm belong to you.
Love me, like I’m the
syntax of your verse,
the reason behind your rhyme.

Love me,

Tosha Michelle

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80 thoughts on “Love Me

  1. Oh that i were thirty years younger,
    with high spirits, ,
    a body unbroken,
    the strength to be by your soul.
    What a great poem you have written, a cry from the inner essence, with no parallel I know, and in it all there are all the searching, and all the fragility lade out bear, and one wonders, why should such a talent, and such a soul have so many doubts. Loved the song as well. Write on, best wishes and blessings, Charles.

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      1. I am over the spider bight, but has left me with edema in my feet and ankles, so now under treatment for that. I’m told by one of my young cousins, that I am having these problems because I am old and sif! 🙂

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  2. La vie est un poème vécu au jour le jour
    Avec ses joies, ses échecs, ses tristesses
    Ses amours et ses détresses

    Il faut savoir garder l’espoir

    Réussir ses combats contre la maladie ,ses désillusions ect ….

    Etre solidaire entre amis (ies)


    Avoir du cœur c’est comme si on avait envie de tout partager

    N’oublie pas que la vie est un poème vécu au jour le jour

    Alors vit ,,,,,ce poème, ce petit écris je le partage avec toi

    Gros bisous

    Bernard

    Belle journée

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