Oh God, please give me justice in loving him,
Because I cannot alone.
There is no flaw in him
Not a crooked tooth
Or bump in skin,
That I can fix,
He is perfect.
And his eyes consume mine
In every conceivable way,
And all I want to do
Is consume a part of him
That is aching to drown,
In the most innocent sense,
Because with him,
I am innocent,
More innocent than a child
Because I know I am innocent.
If colors were human
I would be white with him,
White to him,
Although he knows I am so complex
That all the colors would mix
And I would be a dull brown,
But he finds comfort in my warm brown
And pretends that it is white.
But, my Dear Confessor,
He is all the colors,
Mixed with brightness,
So much energy and emotion,
That he is white.
And I pretend that he is brown.
Please, give me justice in loving him,
Because I cannot alone,
He is darkened by my touch,
And I am lightened by his.
There is no flaw in him,
That I can fix.
