Dearest Joni.

"I met a woman
She had a mouth like yours
She knew your life
She knew your devils and your deeds
And she said
Color go to him, stay with him if you can
Oh but be prepared to bleed"

And bleeding I am...

Daily...

Emma's predicament perhaps...

But this poet will go back to being a poet...

For now, she still can take it.

Life's end does not tempt her but makes her laugh in its face...

And makes her shake her head at herself...

Oh silly one...