Big thoughts as the sky
Calm hand on my thigh
Unafraid to tell why
Looks into my eyes
Myself I’d deny
Takes me where he flies
Not you
Tag Archives: he
her own poem
He was always his own
On loan
And less of a rock than a stone
She these reasons unknown
Bemoaned
Existing on scraps and on bones
Now with learned heart grown
Wounds sewn
She lives in the no-holds-barred zone