Twenty-Something Renaissance This is me growing into myself.

Will you be my muse?
Allow me to feel long enough to write
Make me believe in kismet
Let me place passion over logic long enough to tell our story

Will you bless me with kisses
That put words in my mouth
The kind I have to get out
And thus spill from my pen
Proving I've been divinely inspired

Trace my tattoos with the tips of your fingers
Bringing new insights about their shapes
And meanings

Offer up a mind
I can fall in love with
And a body I can be one with
And an acceptance that isn't rooted in entitlement

Will you be my muse?
My one for now
The prototype born in transition
And fully equipped to help me through mine

Unplug me
And be my Trinity
No white girl, weed, or Henny necessary
I need a little help getting free

Can you feel in the moment and eternal
Be my excitement and calm
Allow me to find and lose myself in you

Will you be my muse?