You are beautiful to me. A creation based on the same mindset that waxed poetic enough to draw out the sun, the moon and the stars. All the heavenly signs used to proclaim "I love you" have all been etched into your souls' design... uniquely outlined in the way you fit in nowhere... and everywhere. Label-less... faceless... and nameless... you draw and release... carry and set-aside. Preferring what you find beautiful by what draws your soul no matter what anyone else thinks and it is a privilege to "see" you. As I see the "you" everyone ignores. The "you" it takes too much "trouble" to get to know. The "you" most can only quantify by saying "there's just something about her"... and it's that "you" that turns me in... and turns me on. Yes... your body is a work of art to me. One I've imagined worthy of the worth-ship that can only come from the stroke of my brush and from the purest pain exacerbated by the hunger of my passion. Yes... your shape meets my need to read the cover but it's "you" that has me wanting to find out what happens in the chapters I've yet to read. My minds eye tastes your body at night as my days bless my waking eyes with the possibilities produced by dreams whose colors are so unique they can only come from hearts akin to our own. All slowly convalescing into a reality designed by destiny itself... and I am grateful that time has lost it's grip on me.
Now my loves... weigh out duty and desire... which do you surrender to? Honor says "duty"... I say "both if you can". Yet I am oft prevented by the prisms of convention so many have been conditioned to see through. Which is why I often ask that you see me as I am... not as the label you've affixed to me demands. These days, a soul like mine is hardly ever believed or understood due to that prism as it portends to offer insight into the human physique when all it really does is keep people from broadening their hearts of understanding. Why bother if you have all the answers right? Why listen? Just draw your conclusion based directly off the label. I've seen so many fall away from me because of it. They thought I would do a thing or felt a certain way because they have labeled me into a certain category. Something that puts a bad taste in my mouth every single time. You see I had to make sense to them... and the labels of the day would often lead them to a negative that was never even a part of the character I represented. Part of me is grateful because it has weeded out those that would never accept me as I am. Yet there is another part that understands something; that as more fall in line with convention based in group think... there will be very little room for folk like me. That means that I will need to create a life that fits into me because in time, I will eventually come to fit into nothing (if it hasn't happened already). There is a melancholy to this without sadness that keeps opening my eyes to specific truths and as such... steadies my soul into an unmatched resolve. Now... come and see me as I am...
I began this piece writing about how in love with all that you are I am and now you might be wondering why I wrote the second paragraph. It is because the second informs the first. Without being the person I am... nothing in the first paragraph could be true. I cannot be anything else. I "see" you as only I can... as only a misfit can. As only... a free man can. To love without condition. To care without agenda. Both easily faked but when real... requires a free mind and a heart free enough to float aligned with it. This is who I am... and it's who I will always be. Free your mind my loves... keep it free... I'm out...
~moses apollo
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