I dined on your expectations, enticed by the spice of your words – insatiable this hunger for approval. Mistook self-assuredness for wisdom – how bitter
Balanced sustenance – a recipe I seek, but my mate is needy, treasures extremes, pulls, tugs – despite the resistance, the doubt, I will succeed.
Broken, we embrace – you slowly hole away, explore a laughing woman, lie with her of like poetry When you awake my self is clouds
Cater, Good Woman; keep your pantry full – there are mouths to feed, and whims to answer, smile on. Smile on, Good Woman, feed the
All relationships have walls, the therapist offered Walls, I could handle – build a ladder, scale – seems there was no help for the vortex
Gentlest morning, and I touch this quiet smile, lightly, trust joy, us… Sister shares a sad word, where he enjoyed her honour over me –