Dear lover,
Thank you.

For you I am grateful.
With you I feel alive.

Thank you for your softest touch.
Your warm embrace.
A shoulder to learn on,
A body to lean against,
A kind and open ear.

Thank you for the warm meal,
A place to breathe,
A place to feel at home.

Thank you for your attention,
For your deep care.
Thank you for your patience,
For your fearless presence .

Thank you for your wild thoughts,
Your dreams of desire.

What have I done to deserve you?

What a blessing to be alive.
To be witnessed,
To witness you.

To whom are we responsible?
When the whole world is at our palms.
In our breaths,
Live entire universes.
Fertile with possibilities,
Blossoming and withering,
Waves upon a boundless shore.

You’re right I am wrong,
This way or that,
The push and pull,
How sweet it tastes.

Your way or mine,
I’ll let you drive.
Have you a permit?
I’ll get behind,
Your wheel in hand.
You push my buttons,
For you I hit ignite.
Fire
Crackling
Bending flames
Could you tame a fire?
Or only let it take its course.

You say stop.
Not there.
Not now.
I listen,
I am here with you.
We don’t have to go there.
Not now, not ever.
I kneel before the gates of you.

For I am a guard that knows his watchtower well.
The depths of pain that lay behind these walls,
The parts that just don’t feel right,
Not it.
Not funny, way too much.
Uncomfortable.
Stop.

I am here with you,
Be my guide.

And I’ll be yours.

In you I am lost,
In you I am found.

And found again.
As the person I wish to be.
As the person that I am.

A human being,
A monkey, an ape
A primate, wild
Entangled,
Feeling out the borders.

Of self,

Of existence,

Of this gift,
Shared with you.

— Sanya, 2022