So just kiss me
and let my hair messy
itself in your fingers
tell me nothing needs to
be done- no clock needs
winding
There is no bell without
a voice needing to
borrow my ocean
instead, let myself in the arms
of a man who won't
ask me to be what
he needs, but lets me exist as i am
A brown brunette flame
a hurricane
wrapped up
in a tiny body
that will come to
his arms
like my frail heart
for mending.
