[ Is it ]

Is it
just the way my hips
swagger and sway
when I walk by you
that ignites the flame in you?
Is it
the way my lips are lined
so perfectly that makes you
want to press your lips to me?

Or
is it
the swagger in my thoughts
that gets you hooked on me?
Is it that you want to
figure out what goes on
inside of me?  Do you ...
find yourself wondering
what makes me
say and do
the things I
say and do?

When my
dreams come pouring forth...
overflowing from the tip of my
poetic pen...do you find yourself
wanting to kiss the forehead
of my inner child?
Do you seek to
go back in time and
right the wrongs that were
done to me?  Do you
wish you had a portal
to go back and see...
just what it is that
makes my heart hard...
Do you wish you could
follow the trails and
pick up the shards...the
broken pieces of the
woman I was predestined to be and
glue them together to
witness the development
of the real me?

See I...

look in your eyes and I
see the reflection of the
little boy lost looking back at me...
and when you
say those hurtful things you say
and do those uncaring things you do...
I look for that scared little lad in you...

and I...

listen to the silent cries
between the lines when you
say your rambling...but you're really
scrambling to try to achieve a bit of
understanding from the woman you claim
you love the most... and I want to
reach out to you and
hold you in my arms...

I want to...

lay your weary head in my lap and simply
hold you... to place my lips on your forehead and
whisper words of reconciliation into you...
to reconcile the boy of yesterday
with the man of today...

but I...

can't get inside if you won't let me in...
and we can't even begin to
stand together and win...
we can't battle to keep this relationship alive if you
refuse to let me deep inside...
and all you do is run and hide...
and...
I'm too stubborn to play the game...
or maybe I'm just too fatigued and weak
to even seek...

I guess what I'm asking you is this...

If I open my door and let you in...
will you promise to
not usher in mass destruction?
I'll allow you to ... rearrange the furniture...
and maybe even paint the walls...
I mean...sure... the place could use a bit of
sprucing up... but ... just be good to me
if you're going to make this your home...

and I will ...

do the same for you...
I will cherish the right to
gain access to the deepest parts of you...
and there's no limit to the things I'll do to
make you feel safe with me
inhabiting your heart...

let me be a  part of you...
let me inside of you...

I simply want to offer you
understanding...
and for you to understand...
me.