6″ x 6″ Charcoal on paper
Let me see your faults and caress them.
What you feel are flaws
are only the lines dividing
what is uniquely you
from what is banal
and undesirable to me.
Give me all of your broken pieces
and warped sensibilities
that I could hold them too.
For I don’t want just the good in you.
I love you as you are
and as you will be.
Twisted,
pied,
corruptible,
perfect
you.
6″ x 6″ Charcoal on paper