She Deserves

Brotha,
out love
my love
for her
or let her be.
She deserves
someone 
so much better
than me.
-HymnAgen

Love Isn't Enough

Taste

By Association

Would you entrust to me
the key to your defenses
when that which lies divided inside
its confines aches unmended?
Will I not be faced with
ridicule and scorn
for embodying a form
the same as those
who hurt and broke you?
-HymnAgen

Least Concern

I am the kind
who desires
her heart
and her mind.
Yet, she'll yield
little more
than the bodily,
and oddly enough,
although I yearn
for her touch,
it's my least concern
when she's
apart from me.
-HymnAgen

Love's Spokesman

I did not want to lust for you...
spontaneously combust when you touch me.
Burn in this desire and be consumed.
You are the flame that sucks all the air
from my room
leaving me gasping for mouth to mouth.
Resuscitate me - should I pass out -
with your magical, fairy tale kisses
until my heart leaps like a frog
becoming a prince once again,
as in the myths of men
who wrote them...
whose words wove tales of undying love.
I aspire to be their spokesman.
-HymnAgen

Not Above Being Loved

Not Above Being Loved

She knows
what I'm capable of
when it comes to love:
The attentive ear.
The assuring hug.
The bottomless well
of supportive thoughts
and behaviors.
I offer them freely
as if she needs me,
but she's not looking for a savior.
She doesn't need one
and never has.
She makes sure I know
although I've never asked.
She wants someone
secure enough
to never spaz
out when she's out
with a friend for a laugh.
She is the embodiment of
a free spirit,
but even she craves
being truly and deeply loved.
-HymnAgen

Missing In Action

Missing In Action.

Can you hear the sobs
behind her "I'm ok?"
See the tears that run
behind her smile?
Feel the stress
within her sweet caress?
My friend, your heart's
been M.I.A. a while...
-HymnAgen

You're Gone

You're Gone

When you're gone
you remain a thought form -
a detail of a meaningful memory
I can call to mind
in your absence
as a chain of firing synapses
in an array as striking
as a fireworks display
inside of my head,
yet more interactive...
-HymnAgen

Bringer of Peace

Bringer of Peace

Although I drown
in brainwaves of cacophonous sound,
your voice cuts through the noise
and it calms me.
Your temperament disarms me.
There will be no casualties of my confusion this day.
No victims of my wild delusions.
I am at peace.

Like a lullaby to an infant is your speech,
so never stop talking.
It is music to my ears.
I fear my savage breast may Hyde
should this melody disappear.
That your silence may be the prelude
to the violence of waking eyes 
not seeing your form where I need you to belong -
right at my side.

You did not ask to anchor me through my life's storms, 
yet here you are
keeping me moored when I'm unsure of myself 
and things as they are.
My rock. My cornerstone.
Foundation walls that form my home.
You're mama's kiss. You're papa's hug.
You are my Peace. 
-HymnAgen

Black Widow

Let Go

(Visual art by @bktheartist)

Let Go.

Lay your head
upon my chest
and rest,
my Luv.
For I am certain...
when you place
your defensive walls
and burdens
atop my heaving sternum,
you'll find peace.
Allow this rhythmic pulse
to lull your soul to sleep.

-HymnAgen

Not Like That, Like This

Not Like That, Like This

I don't want you 
to need me like self-love,
or food, clothing and shelter.
Like breath or blood.
I want you to need me like purpose.
Like goals.
Like those energies that feed your soul.
Like quiet times and good music 
that soothes your mind.
I want you to need me 
like favor from the divine.
I want you to need me
like I make life worth living.
-HymnAgen

Only So Close

She still shuts me out.
It's just a reflex.
Her heart wants to reach out
and spill her secrets into mine, 
but she's not found 
at any time
a single man
who doesn't choose
when he's in pain
to turn and use
her words against her.
It'd be naive for me to think 
I could convince her
otherwise.
Yet, 
to my surprise,
I find 
I try.

-HymnAgen

Candlelight

Candlelight 

Candles glow
casting shadows
animalistic
in nature.
Pornographic
wallpaper. 
-HymnAgen

Write About Her

Write about her

What if she were to read
a million words
on the specific subject of
her?
What if she were to read
a thousand lines
that explained the one constant 
on your mind is 
her?
What if she were to read
one hundred stanzas
on all the little ways 
you want to romance
her?
What if she were to read
ten poems
that made her feel the deepest
love you've ever known is
hers?
What if she could read
that one book
of ten poems
of one hundred stanzas,
a thousand lines
and millions of words
that simply say, "I Luv U?"
What if you were
to write about her?
-HymnAgen

Sometimes

Sometimes,
I don't want to be strong.
Sometimes,
I rather rest than press on.
Sometimes,
I need to get in my feelings.
Sometimes,
I recognize I need healing.
Sometimes, I feel I couldn't

decompress  with my head
against your bosom,
because false male expectations
say I shouldn't
let your loving caress of my crown
open my floodgates of release,
but I'd drown
in the depths of my grief
if I didn't have you
to hold me down,
sometimes.

-HymnAgen

Make Up Sex

(Visual art by @bktheartist)

Make Up Sex

She enjoys the drama -
insecurities demanding
reassurance he still wants her.
In its wake he lies awake -
heart and mind in a debate:
What about this doesn't scream,
"I just sold out?" 

-HymnAgen

God is Love

With You