Make love

 let me taste the thunder

you swallowed to stay small.

let me trace the part of you

they tried to tame.

let me feel the echo

of your uncaged howl.

let me undress your survival patterns.

take off your “i'm fine.”

let me kiss your shadows

that never learned to lie.

i want to kiss the skin beneath

every mask you forgot

you were wearing

to get by.

i want the cry you buried

the year you stopped coloring

outside the lines.

i want to feel the pulse

of who you were

before you became

someone else’s acceptable version

of alive.

i’ll hold you

where the world didn’t.

i'll make love to the you

who never got permission

to exist.

i’ll worship your wounds

until the blood turns

back to wine.