I can roar...

Humility, they say

be humble, do not express

your pride

But I am done hiding

my light

I can bake

a motherfucking cake

In an apron that says

laissez les bons temps rouler

(it rhymes if you say it right

so just try to say it right

because I won’t correct you anymore

because I used to

and that shit is rude)

I am made of humorous things

mostly directed at myself

but damn if I am not the best friend

that you will ever know

my heart, this big and wounded thing

well shit, bitch…it trusted you

and some day

oh some day

it needs to be held in the palm

of your hands and cradled

because I am not always so strong

I am a brainy guy

and my hands are just like my dad’s

strong

they build things

pictures with words

things with yarn and beads

and fabric and fluff

things that are nothing

things that matter

they hold yours in tough times

and reach out when they need

sometimes

I am talented

I am good

I deserve the things I’ve denied myself

and instead of sitting

and waning

pitching pathetic

I can roar

Come to me...

Come to me in the dark of the night
And whisper my name 
In your rhythmical, pacific, voice
Gently hold me close to you
And let me fall asleep
On your magnetic chest

Let my first vision of daylight
Be accompanied by your quiescent,
Genteel, body next to mine
Your beautiful eyes shut,as you dream,
I delicately wake you  
With a gentle warm kiss

Walk with me to the ocean
And smell the sweet sea
As the rising sun warms the sand
Sit with me on the beach
And let's listen to the sound 
Of the dancing waves