Let’s Ruin the White Together

I’ve waited—
not for rescue,
but for a co-conspirator in creation.

A wild heart who sees the beauty in the broken brushstrokes,
the holiness in a handprint smudged across my chest.

Come to me as you are—
passionate, imperfect, playful, real.

Dance in the thunder with me.
Speak to me about time, about stardust,
about the skin between worlds.

Challenge me like a poem that refuses to rhyme.
Touch me with purpose.
With reverence.
With mischief.

Let’s be a love that doesn’t wait to be allowed.
Let’s be the kind of story the universe envies—
not tidy, not safe, but true.

You’ll know me
by my laugh that hides an ache,
by the way I trace galaxies across your back when you sleep,
by the softness I offer only to those who know what to do with it.

I won’t tame you.
But I will see you.
And I’ll let you see me,
if you promise not to look away.

Let’s make a mess that matters.
Let’s ruin the white together.

Let’s roll around in paint and call it forever.
Let’s stand at the edge of it all—
skin streaked in colors,
hands stained from the making,
hearts full of the uncontainable.

Let’s hold hands and look back at the canvas
we didn’t just paint—
we lived.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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