I like me when I am with you.

You hold me
Like the womb that bore me
You whisper 'my baby'
Just like the woman who gave
me life. You are simple
Like I should be.
The years have claimed
The skin around your
Red rimmed blue eyes.
In a moment of youthful
Arrogance I cherish how
Beautiful I feel with you.
I do not love you yet
The way you should be loved.
But there is beauty in
Stealing into your room
Early in the morning
And being encased in
Those hard working hands
I feel relief and peace
Surging through the veins
Of my nomadic existence
Others have taken but you
Give. More that I have ever
been given. If this is not
Love, I don't want to know
What love is. And when you are
Inside me, I like the silence
Of the day breaking, like the
Music that you bear in my heart.

Strength 2

A quivering little shell like being
Sometimes the centre of my existence
It frightens them.
The warmth, the smells, the juices.
Sometimes with a hurtful persistence
It frightens me too.
Why do you reveal your mysteries to
Strange fingers and vicious mouths?

Healing

As I wash away the impure
My vision is sparkling
All that perfection,
The inimitable beauty
It was in my eyes
Not in you.
Without my dark passion
You are nothing but
Everyday's slave.

I begin where we end

The taste, like it were the first time.
Beady eyes far away and unobservant
The hunger, the terrible need
Appeased, the giggling, the peace,
The sheer joy of being unshackled
My wings they flutter, they flit
They fly, higher than ever
Soaring beyond the need for
Human companionship, freedom
Makes me a woman, a mad being.
An unlikely candidate for joy
And yet I live happily ever after.