To the 3rd Person Who Will Kiss Me,

Darling, 
they say good things come in threes.

insert the menage a trois joke here

I never had to learn to love myself.
I never had to “find God”.

But I’ve lost Him;
and I will cry out to Him,
before I scream your name in
a sweat-drenched bed
after marriage.

know this now

life
is far too beautiful a thing
to spend it
yearning.

For someone,
for something,
for yours to begin

instead embrace,
the arms that are HELLBENT on holding you
up
not throwing you down
or keeping you warm.

I have enough passion
and fire to not find it in me
to beg for your coals.

I want you to know, babe,
That I am fucking okay without you.

But I’m sick of sleeping alone,
so next time I roll over,
kiss me.

Lucky
Number
3.

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