Perfect Desires

teach me that i am far more beautiful than my own thoughts give me credit for.
the secret of being a lover,
a partner.
the beautiful soul you think i am
even through the singed, gnarled branches that cradle my mind
in a nest of dark forests
and vast mountains.

teach me to be good enough so that i never leave a trace of doubt in your mind.
so that your eyes never again need rest upon him,
but always instead on me.
teach me to be passionate but mellow,
and to speak at the correct times
but hush when quiet is needed.

teach me what beauty there is in silence and stillness,
and bring my body to rest;
this concept is foreign to it.

teach me to be all you want me to be,
the kind, the compassionate, the twisted soul.
with a mind only you have access to,
and locked up feelings of which only you and i bear the key.
the sunflowers and rainbows
in a land only we know.

teach me to be mysterious but open.

teach me to hold and be held,
to love and to be loved,
to kiss and be kissed;
to exist in the present with your arms around me,
rather than in the past
with the ghost of a past lover.

teach me to pull us together and hold
instead of constantly dwelling
on the possibility of breaking.
glue me back together while i stitch your cuts and nurse your bruises.
patch me back into one piece
while i pick up the pieces of yourself you leave behind on the way.
teach me to heal and be healed.

teach me to be mutual rather than singular,

it's all that i've really known until now.