To Think That....

... everything I thought I feared was, is, in actuality...

... everything I found repulsive.

Reclamation.

Comes in innocent pieces of black cloth.

Soaked in saltwater.

Misinterpreted egos and pride.

I smile at my release...

Blessed blessed release.



[I am rolling on the floor in unrestrained laughter... with teeth bared by a hiss... gahd.]

14th Reawakened.

I want you to tower over me- if only to signify that I am woman and you are man.

That you be fair- if only for the world to see that which I see inside of you.

That your voice be gentle- if only for them to hear that which comforts me.

That your hands be long and gentle- if only for them to see what you are capable of creating.

That your chest be a wide plain- if only for them to see what forms of life take root inside of you.

That these may seem like mere fragments of that which I constantly dream of- if only for me to steadfastly await that waking hour when these fragments come together to form the culmination of your reality....

... Of you finding me...

... and I, You.



_{I'm a sap... so sue me! Haha.}