Its the way sometimes
I want to be nourished by you,
but please
don't forget to let me be hungry.
Its the way that you let me loose in you
to nose around
without a map or a compass,
and grow frightened in the ways I get lost in you.
Or the way I want to be a kid with you,
dam up your liquids with mud and leaves
into puddles of summer storms
so I can drink freely from you
until you
must
have
release,
and break my seam and flood into me.
Or how I sometimes want to be
still with you
all through my dreams,
until you wake me to lift the weight
of gray sunday from my waist.
And just when you thought it was safe to stop coming,
let it begin again.
