There’s peace when I think about your
storminess.
I’m sitting cross legged in the eye of the tornado that you are.
My eyes sparkle with fascination,
temptation rises.
Temptation to reach into your winds and let myself be swayed into a dance over rooftops and traffic lights.
I indulge in your touch.
Your hand on my hip,
makes my nerve endings twinkle.
But there’s a curl
on the furthest edge of my lip.
Accompanied by a look in my almond eyes that says,
I met this woman, she’s pure power and love and when I’m with her I am better than I’ve ever been. Please know that your business smile is not going to dethrone her.
I’m in love
with my newfound awareness
and I am not,
about to give you my heart.
I am, however
about to sit on your lap
in blue jeans and white lace,
let you run your fingers up and down my spine with closed eyes.
I’ve carved out this hollow space in your emotional unavailability.
That’s where I still find my cross legged peace
That’s where I feel safe to hide,
for now.
Because I know,
my awakened woman soul
is chipping away at the concrete cage around my heart
and with every breath
with every tear
with every scream
she slashes cracks into reefs
rips boulders into pebbles that once weighed me down.
And all I have to do
is watch.
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