SOC _ 31.3.21

Power and need

Want you. Need you. Can I, have the two when we stared with the one? Can I ask you to hold me as well as fuck me? Can I be so bold as to dwell in your tabernacle of peace as with our war? I want, all of you. This means I do not choose when a thing overthrows me and I’m on my knees in pain. This means I can throw myself at you and you will have arms for my body as well as for my open legs. In you I find a new definition of wholeness – of what I want to become – will you let me – grant me this? Where are you afraid? What do you think this means?  It doesn’t mean what you fear. Doesn’t mean being swamped, suffocated with your mothers needs, doesn’t mean a permanent bond – does ask you to undo yourself - just be your mighty self for me in all areas – be in power where I also have need. See me bleed – see my need – be gracious and care like you have not allowed yourself before. On the oceans edge – I arrive with the tide – wet figure of mermaid - at home among Sith. I am calling your name - breathing your breath – the light on my back – the silhouette of my breasts as my arms reach land ward – as you walk towards the water we are in full embrace – the liquid and the matter solid – a fixed gaze to replace a lost sense of self.  A courage kindled to last all my days that is always looking to meet you, to be met by you as I am found – in power or in need. This time the grandfather clock has shifted - has taken its long pendulum swing and woken me up – the house now roused – something new awaits in the ashes of yesterday – the long broken connection healed - the child restored, and you my dear in dear blue eyes, my brown eyes – your face radiating a please, thank you and hold me now as I move from the place I’d rather not be.