Patience

Every story is a snapshot
of a mesmerizing mosaic. 
I'm trying my best to 
share tiles and panoramas alike. 

Our histories serve as foundations, 
serve as the context behind 
this trigger, or that sore spot, 
or any of many particular flaws. 
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours,"
childish, timeless wisdom... who knew
sing-song exchanges would serve as practice 
for revealing, accepting, making space for 
scars, fears, joys, strengths, passions, realities...

The sight of you, and my god is it a view, 
has me shedding layers, arching my back. 
But I never feel my nakedness, just heat - 
a desire to explore every inch of you. 
It's the push and pull of your requests
for thoughts, stories, odds and ends tiles
that leaves me feeling vulnerable. 
You can feast on my lips, my curves, 
eyes that change like seasons as I 
rotate around your body, grind against 
the length of you. 

Over time you'll gain access to, 
bear witness to, hold in your hands
the parts of me not of flesh and bone, 
but instead
my mosaic.