*~eggrrl~*
with one crack
on the counter
with a knife
or a spoon
in your hand
delicate
where life was
beginnings
i was like that
with you
fragile
easily-snipped-to-bits
emptied
over a flame
you can have me
in the morning
with your coffee
and then toss me
down the garbage
in the drain
i have life
inside
but you just see me
as something to devour
like breakfast
on a sunday
but i can roll around
and spin
and i fit into a carton
organization
i can mirror the rest
and sit cooling
just waiting
for you to take me
open me up
pour me out
and have me
with some toast
*~comfort~*
with you next to me as i write
like a muse of some sort
inspiration
i can draw you in like a child
wishing and hoping
for christmas eve
you will say all those things to my heart
and i will stay right here without fear
writing and growing
next to you
until they take us away in our sleep
staring into your eyes
i feel freedom
your a calming ocean
to my senselessness
in the shadows of night
i can paint you
first your eyes
always your eyes
and the way they looked at me
not at my body
but into me
deeper than needles
and sorrow
or pride
with you next to me
driving in rain
across this country
back and forth
i could move mountains
crush the walls
make love in the forest
unashamed of it
you can be my partner
my lifeline
and i will be it all
anything you can dream up
just sit here for awhile
sip your tea and breathe it in
these moments between
what we are and what we could be
never worrying if this is right
age and time
the possibility of loss
right now i know
you are me
and i am you
in all my crazy passions
i would settle here
sitting next to you
and writing
my life