Too Much

is it too much to ask

that safe space

the place where he'd know my shape
where I'd know his taste

find comfort in the every day...

is it too much to ask

a welcoming bay

strong arms to come home to
clean air to breathe

a chest to rest my everything…

it is in fact it seems

too damn much

when right here love is locked
clogged in people's throat

too good to know or touch...

destiny hides

too real to awaken and burn

the lips that beg for me
the crevices I fit in

fantasies that linger within...

is it really too much to ask

to lay awake next to a man

getting high off his odor
not having to wonder

if I belong...