Curves full of body and soul,
are your hands whole enough to hold her?
Are they strong enough to not let her slip through the cracks of your fingers?
Do you see how much she carries between them?
How much power she holds in just the spaces?
She leaves them open
But are your hands ready?
Are you willing to have knuckles crack at the expense of freedom,
willing to get your fingernails dirty,
willing to risk breaking bones
Are you willing?
Are you enough?
Are your hands delicate enough to cradle her heart
letting it pulse in your palms
transferring energy through your fingertips
Can you feel her pain?
Can you feel the number of times it has broken before you
its tears still in the process of healing
can you feel them too?
its beat emulating the syllables of lies she has heard before you
following a basic algorithm
Are you the one to solve this calculation?
Can you process her through a multitude of equations
or is she just another addition to your problem solving
and if she is,
are you smart enough to subtract her before she further divides you from your formule of manhood?
Are you smart enough to decode her locks?
Maybe you can unlock her walls
revealing the bareness of something real
But will she let you?
Unknowing of the weight of it all
are you ready to catch her when she falls?
Are your hands bold enough to hold her back when she wants to chase danger?
What if she wanted to chase you?
What if she wanted to keep chasing you into tomorrow,
making each tomorrow better
so it feels like you’re forever living
Do you still want to hold her then?
What if forever is not enough for her
what if she wanted yesterday
So how about now?
Will you still be there to hold her tomorrow?
If she brings a tsunami will you offer your hand
or do you watch her drown in her own faults
But what if she brings the sun?
Do you hide yourself from chances at burning
or embrace her radiance
Can you handle it?
Endless possibilities with predictable reason
her energy fed with passion unlike another
She will always be more,
a continuous refill of might
A woman with such power holds the nerve
has the audacity to make a man question if he is
This power held not with her words
but with a simple glare
that gleam in her eyes that asks,
Are you scared yet?
Are you enough?
Are you love?
But are you man enough
to let her know,
You are not