The next time I fall in love, I don’t want to fall madly.
trade in the googly-eyed, flying blind, day-dreaming kind
for the steady, unconditional, responsible, loyal,
here today, still here tomorrow and the day after and after–
happily ever and beyond,
ever-lingering in every doorway, picture frame, under the rug and in between the couch cushions, all over this house;
in the eyes, hearts and DNA of our children and the generations that follow,
kind of love.
Come to our home for Thanksgiving and when he cuts that turkey, our guests will even taste our love in the juices that flavor it.
Because like our love, that bird was cooked painstakingly– not too fast and not too slow at the right temperature. Standing watch, we will tend to this love with unfaltering care–
no detail too small.
I don’t want the fantasy, I don’t want the fairy tale anymore, and surprisingly I’m not sad about that.
I rejoice now, because maturity has allowed me to see,
What we imagine love to be has never been rooted in reality.
Us girls dream of our prince, of that first magical kiss.
Not his dirty drawers on our floor, not yet another note on the fridge door, that says, “Baby I’ll be home late. Don’t wait…
up for me tonight.”
Brotha I don’t want to annoy ya, but I’ve got this paranoia, that one day,
you’ll up and walk away.
Kiss my forehead, smile and stroke my hair out of my face. You don’t even have to say the words, you’ll just simply stay.
Just stay. I’m not perfect.
Just stay. Neither are you.
Just stay, the closest we’ll get to perfection is what we have between us two.
Just stay. Fine, I suck today, but asshole, you suck too.
Stay. No one else can make me laugh the way you do.
Stay. I like the way you kiss me there, and there and especially where,
the sun don’t shine–
except that time
we were on that private beach…
Stay because I know you want to. Stay because I know you want me to want you to.
Stay because there’s nothing else you’d rather do.
Stay because being the dude who stays with me, is just who
were meant to be.
Be with me
Because you just couldn’t know how to be anything else, with anyone else.
I don’t want the fairytale.
It’s perfectly fine we fight.
But after the jabs and tough words are thrown,
we’ll use those same lips