Quick intro: No, this wasn't inspired by the Lil Wayne song....I can't stand most of his music and feel like the song, as catchy as it is, was nothing more than a gimmick to sell more records (which I don't believe he really sold...lol) This poem came from finally figuring out the wrong ways to love a woman. Maybe there is hope for me, yet. Enjoy.
How to Love
Be quick. Only use
assured fingers and steady hands.
Stay calm. Ignore your beating
chest. Try to keep
those steady hands.
Seize this moment gently,
as if it were a sliver of tentative flesh.
She will be hesitant.
The best ones usually are, having endured
those rushes that lead to breaking.
Avoid snapping on fetters of adulation.
Be quick but polite, and don’t stare
at her heart’s scars.
Remember conversations are emotional foreplay.
Anything useless is left behind.
Unoriginal
is the same as
unremembered. Keep this
at the back of your mind.
Just tell her your name. Introductions
mean
everything when they are the only thing.
It doesn’t need to be perfect. Simply
create
the perfect need. Let it
linger.
Tell her your name.
Then watch her tuck it in a favorite corner of her mind.
Pay attention and follow her cues.
Your compass will be her eyes.
Up usually means that you’ve
already lost her, and down is something even worse.
When they lock on yours
the door is open. Abandon
yourself.
Rush inside.
Don’t curse yourself with boring obscurity.
Explain your intentions as soon as you can.
Let her know her mere presence
has sculpted a curiosity. You
are clay.
She is Rodin. Prepare to be
molded in a manner that allows her
to be comfortable letting you in.
Understand guarded is not the same
as uninterested. Respect those
places
she refuses to bend. Be
patient. Explain to her
there is no rush.
You are ready. The hardest part
is over.
