Love, farts and all

Love me shits, farts and all
Love me even though
I get spots
Love me even though
I wear a hat
To cover my insecurity
Over my baldness
Tell me it’s fine  
and mean it
So I can take it off
And be free with you.
Love me in all my physical asymmetry.
Love me in all my Dyspraxic
Dyscalculic moments of difficulty.
Love me though  low self esteem
means I can be needy
and moody.
Love me knowing  I’m intense
and  open about my thoughts.
Love me though
I have fire in my belly
And don’t always get the references
you make.
And as you love me,
I’ll love you
Your bumps and lumps
Your jungle of pubes
Your armpits- hairy or not
Even when their stinky.
I’ll love you in the what feels like an eternity
of awkward  silences
While I smile
at how human it all is.
I’ll love you no less
If you piss yourself
when you’re drunk
I’ll love you even while
You boak your guts up
In the toilet bowl.
Because if I only loved you
Or you only loved me
At the best times
And pretended we weren’t
Equally fragile
human bodies
Imperfectly lovely
Then
What’s the point?!


(Written 28/8/14. Inspired by time spent kissing and cuddling with ‘Kitty’  aka Katie ‘Hellride’ in Glasgow 22-23/8/2014.)