My heart is bejeweled
with the freedom of my youth
and my instinct
that has been on stop for so long
which once again has been ignited.
I see truth
down this path of self discovery
and ludicrous ebony rivers of water
from the storms
that once lived against me like a husband.
that I rested within
for the chill
that kept my blood flowing
and my arms full.
I love the water
its crystal magnificence
that reveals everything
yet creates a barrier between you.
I've loved these storms for so long
and so passionately
that my head aches
with the prospect of sun
and a mans hand in my own.
I love to hear a man speak to me
like a man should to a woman.
I worship the sound of tenderness
and longing in his voice
when he reads my poems
that I have written for him.
I ardor the feel of love
against my bones.
I am strong
and I can survive outside of these waters
baring me from the world
and the feelings that I want to feel.
rest my head on something real someday.