it isn't profound, and it isn't ironic, but this is my favorite poem.
I am a very big Bukowski fan, but this is my favorite-which is very much NOT Bukowski.
So Just Kiss Me
Jewel Kilcher
So just kiss me and let my hair
messy itself in your fingers
tell me nothing needs to be done-
no clocks need winding
There is no bell without a voice
needing to borrow my own
instead, let me steady myself
in the arms
of a man who won't ask me to be
what he needs, but lets me exist
as I am
a blonde flame
a hurricane
wrapped up
in a tiny body
that will come to his arms
like the safest harbor
for mending
It's very pretty, and it's simple. <3