Do you mind?


Do you mind if I love you?
Does my affectionate gaze cause fear
of what expectations can do
and illusion can build.
Like a distorted picture
given too much value
and not enough humanity?

Do you think I see you wrongly,
without a true view
of that which feeds your fear
makes you bleed and howl.
What makes you all too naked
before my gaze?

Do you fear my feeling?
My seeing into places left alone
far too long.
Distorted and incomplete.
Broken and left dirty?
Do you fear my reaction
my gaze upon tarnished dreams
unkept?

I weep for this,
this seeing me not clearly,
unknowing as you do
why I love so very dearly,
that which makes you burn
with embarrassment.

I see but do not blink.
I know but do not condemn.
I hold you close.
Not for lack of knowing
but, for knowing all to well,
that which makes one human
and humble.

Do you mind if I love you?
Will you take that courage inside you.
That brave step forward
that allows light to enter,
and my love to embrace?

Do you mind if I love you?
Hoping you will love
the me that is
just as clearly blemished?

Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

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