But he loved me first
“I know which way the wind blows through you…” ~Berryl ~~~~~ Why is it this way, when he left his heart behind? Gave me his secrets you would not have? Why then, does the wind blow cold and stark? He called them scraps that nobody wanted. I saw three quarters of a man, mercurial, slip through my
Throwing it out into the wind…
I stood there, at your door and tremored inside, quaking in my boots. fearing both to finally find home, and (final) rejection, also. Which way would you choose, should I kneel in supplication? -my blood for the letting, my flesh for the taking – or should I play brazen instead?
Hold Me
Hold me in your arms. Sweet surrender to your touch. Pillowed in the hair draped around your neck, let me drown in the sweet scent of comfort as I let go of all else.