Although you are not God
you have the power
in my life
to turn blessings into cursings
Please stay.
Although it is clear
that you are only a man
it seems you are the dance my hips were made for
What is a poet without her muse?
Pebbles along my path
The one I came back for.
After the storm, in the midst of it
you are the calm rushing in
to soothe.
The hand of Life
salvaging gems from the ashes
reintroducing me to the beauty of
being a woman
being myself.
Although I know I cannot have you
I would like to keep you -
the good, the bad and pure of you
the tangible honesty (wholeness)
that i have become accustomed to -
for now.
Please stay.
1 comment:
wow sis...i see the painting clearly...all the many lights (and shadows) of love, for we cannot have light + an object of our affection without at least a slight shadow...all is well, and will be. you are filled with and surrounded by LOVE
Post a Comment