I was thinking of cutting to the chase
Something direct and clear, vulnerable but not sniveling
Maybe like
I am desperately lonely, please love me
I don’t know what to do with myself, especially my man-parts and my lonely scared little-boy belly that for some reason only fully opens when what would be a man would make a home
I am mess and would like to collapse upon your round firm breasts soft bending tummy and full fertile fulcrum
No, too needy, right?
So honest as to be dishonest, right?
There must be some subtler art that would allow a gentler start
to me
tunneling through you
into
children sitting at our feet
around the Christmas tree
eager for presents
in a safe and neato world
where we are
some kind of decent
plus
some kind of happy
in
some kind of together

look we could just like go out to dinner once and talk a little
it wouldn’t necessarily mean we have to get married and everything
although I would hope it would
I mean I hope you wouldn’t enter into this dinner lightly
just like a casual easy no pressure thing