he is abrupt

tenacious

warm

and hard to know

he is creative and smart

and sexy

and if i let him

he will eat me alive

you will not accept my anger

but you want my passion

that does not require courage on my part

as you might anticipate

it requires creativity

it requires a womanly way

it requires everything and nothing at all

i am magic

majestic

and in transit

i am free

as i always will be

free to change

to journey

to know who i am

free

to

just

be

it is like

trying to put my fingers on the equinox or something

that is what poetry feels like

that is what poetry is

the fingerprint of everything

time and light

mystery and contentment

art and muscle

energy and awareness

it is like, or rather,

it is flow

for my sleep, i do apologize

but at three, the witches,

the witches, they do arise

as, then, must i

but these witches

they come bearing gifts

such as worries, wants and of snow

a great silence

a great silence vining,

vining

with another great force that is your heart

so, for now, my keeper of forrest and flame

these

are

my

words

and return to the land of nod

where i’ve a cloud for my pillow

my wing-ed creature shod

for my sleep, i do apologize

but at three, the witches,

the witches, they do arise

as then must i

but these witches

they come bearing gifts

such as worries, wants and, of snow,

a great silence

a great silence vining

a great silence vining with that other great force which is your heart

so, for now, my keeper of forest and flame

these

are

my

words

it is like trying to put my finger on the equinox or something

that is what poetry feels like

that is what poetry is

it is the fingerprint of everything

time and light

mystery and contentment

art and muscle

energy and awareness

it is like, or rather, it is f l o w