wanted
back in your
head
and not sure why
now;
time felt
right,
demons now
at rest,
peace more or less
made,
health rec-
overed:
wanted to give this
to you,
give you
just a bit,
take, take,
please
and you seemed
open,
and i wouldn’t impose
otherwise, but
wanted to hear
your
voice
wanted to know
your
thoughts:
that
worry,
that darkness you
climb out
of daily, or embrace
in city grime
and co-op produce
jungle—
also-gift
to me;
which, I
fear,
truly, to be
honest;
but
which,
makes my life
full,
polycrystalline; poly-
dipsia i didn’t
recognize, for
more than just
simple joy
and sun
salutations.
That you are or
were or could be
Someone Else’s
weighs on me,
but wouldn’t stop me
outright
unless you told me to,
my heart
so much
Bolder
than that,
and you never knew
that about me but
you should have
known, since
who wouldn’t want
you?
. . . . . .
© erika simone 2014
