BEYOND SHEETS

He does to me what winter does to trees. He strips me bare and empty. I laugh to myself because I cant sing. Its just that...He makes me want to try and harmonize, like I have got no worries bothering me tomorrow. Like I have got no dirty clothes hamper full of yesterday’s stinking up what future is left in me. 

But I really aint no saint. I have Never felt love’s true bliss. A disciple of my Father, I learned to love with clenched fists. I learned to love like reading braille on skin. Tracing the insecurities of men through the palms of their hands. But with him...It was different. There was something about him. 

Damn!!! He was in every single word I wrote. He walked a poet’s refrain, spoke a sweet soliloquy. But I recognize the lack of trust in my own heart. Because only a fool wont accept the nourishment thats right before their eyes. Instead she will starve. I look at him and every time he smiles, he reminds me of what i stole from myself. 

Every Joy, Every Joy that i never had the courage to taste. As you learn to love yourself better, Babe Teach me. As you learn to forgive yourself for failing, Teach me. As you learn to accept and vulnerability, Teach me too. Some days I miss the bun of a love lost. Or maybe, Just maybe, I never found TRUE LOVE UNTIL NOW. True love is beyond the sheets!!

Your Girl, 

Nthenya