Backstage

I want the love made of rough drafts
And torn pages
Unrehearsed - absent of perfection
Something - human
Messy
Raw

Full of typos and run on sentences
Make it honest
Unworthy of public eyes

Just us
Making magic of our unedited souls
Writing poems only we understand
When the perfect word hasn't made love to
your tongue just yet talk to me then
When it isn't ready
When you're more full of disclaimers
then you are the poem

I'll fall in love with your backstage
My cheeks blush at you in process

Save your perfection

Keep your finale for the strangers
I'll take you nervous • unsure • synonym hunting
You're sweetest with the errors and typos

With your bedroom light in place of the studio
With your morning voice before the effects
Before the tea can clear up your intention
It's honest
Easy on my affection
Vulnerable
I like you like that

So come here,
Leave those edits at the door