Do Not Presume to Know Me

Do not presume to know me

I am not yours to know

Do not walk beside me

I am for you to follow

Do not speak my name

It is not yours to say

Do not dare engage me

Only walk the other way

Do not prescribe or judge me

I am not for you to judge

Do not try to hold me

I am not yours to clutch

Do not say you've seen me

I have nothing to show

Do not presume to know me

I am not yours to know

Walk in the Sand

What magnificent landscapes your back would make

To hang upon my wall

Over rolling hills and in the valley of your spine

My fingers walk tall

Thine ears would make the perfect shell

For some sea-faring beast

I pour in silvery sands, grains of deepest love

And upon pearls, I feast

Wither wouldst thy feet take me

Over bridges, with wings?

Or tunnel through your heaving chest

To feel where your heart sings?

Perhaps, my love, it is my feet, my back, my heart

That will carry you

For in troubled times the pairs of footprints

Rarely number two.

I want to Be

I want to be the water that washes your face

And removes all trace of dark yesterdays

I want to be the shirt that touches your back

And covers your heart from cold always

I want to be the shoes upon your feet

That carry you across the endless miles

I want to be the food that fills your belly

And bring you strength to weep and to smile

I want to be the wind that blows through your hair

And cools your fiery frown

I want to be the ground beneath your feet

And support your weight from falling down

I want to be the memory

That brings you back to me.

You knew me

You knew me

You ran your fingers through my veins

You caressed my bones

And fingered the sinew

You tasted my hair

And knew my teeth by heart

You bit my nails

You licked my eyes

You knew me

Now I have new blood

My bones are cracked in new places

I washed and cut my hair

And wore braces to adjust my teeth

I let my nails grow long

And cried my eyes right out.

With my new ones I can see myself

And I see that I am beautiful

I no longer need you to tell me.

Island

Black flowers bloom on a cliff top

Blue waves, blue, crash on the rock

A single ship, a single sailor

Solitary, alone, afraid

Wanting to become an island

Give up hope of other sands

To be with the flowers, their velvet pitch

Captivated by their dark beauty

Hypnotised, sinking deep into the purple sky

Deeper and deeper

Until breath comes no more

Feeling the chain biting

It's time to run

Black flowers poison the mind

Break the spell

Run to the ship, sail away

Swim if you have to

No woman is an island.

Spite myself

You're class A

Not in a good way.

It eases my pain to know you'll never win the battle with your demons,

many as they are.

I love the bones I am ready to break in two.

Still, to blow down your house and send you running, little pig,

would give me strange pleasure.

Sickness within my within

Growing inside like a lover's seed

Yet stale was it that loved.

The infection spreads like ink through water

Pure nevermore.

I must drive you out, damned spot,

Wash my hands of you,

Comb you out of my hair,

Flush you out of my system.

For, dearest Revenge is a dish

best served as cold as your blackened heart.

Why wait?

When I am old

I will have a black cat.

I will live in a cottage

in the heart of a forest,

And I will wear a pointed hat.

When I am old

I will fly on a broom.

I will pick wild herbs

to put in my pot,

And burn sage in every room.

When I am old

I will have whiskers and warts.

I will dance naked

in the light of a full moon,

And sing out all my thoughts.

When I am old

I will dress like a man.

I will mend my roof with magic,

dig the soil with my bare hands,

And spit and curse and damn.

When I am old

I will live my life

Exactly as I want to,

answering to no one but myself,

And the world will be my wife.