Morning
Glory
When I found you, I became
a flower, ready to blossom,
eager to open myself
and let the world
(you)
inside.
You were a flash of lightning in my brain, a power surge,
turning on lights I had never seen.
A thunderstorm followed by the sun,
tearing me open
down to the bone,
setting the deepest parts of me ablaze.
In you I found a heaven of anarchy;
a haven of passion;
you ripped through my defenses
and bled the fear from me.
All summer I stood naked in the sunshine,
a wildflower, escaping from the cold,
dark ground,
basking in the hot breezes of your breath,
vibrating to the pounding of your heartbeat.
And somehow, as the summer waned, I was
transformed
from flower to botanist.
Still standing in the sunshine,
I jot my notes down on my wrist
up my arm
across my breasts--
Tracking the breezes that lift my hair
charting the path of the sun in the sky.
Writing the story of a flower who blossomed
and became a woman.
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Date: Thursday, 12 April 2007 02:28 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Thursday, 12 April 2007 12:40 pm (UTC)I'm really glad you're enjoying them.