I love the idea of me

I love the idea of me 

wandering into your dreams

And just for a minute or two or three 

or more

I am what you make of me.

 

I love the idea of me

just popping by for a tour

of your subconscious 

Getting to stay a while in the places you have painted me

Preferably where the light is good. 

On beats.

my expatriate

heart. damn thing left my chest - beats

for another now. 

A Woman is a World

 A woman is a world 
Terrible and terribly beautiful.

A woman is a home
Dying to escape and inescapable.

A woman is a universe
Composed of secrets and discoveries.

A woman is a mother
Both nurture and nature.

A woman is a wonder
Simultaneously knowable and infinite. 

A woman is a history
Of fact and fiction.

A woman is a woman 
is a woman is a woman. 

The wanting.

I didn’t want to mention you so you lived on my lips. 

I didn’t want to want you so you became my fingertips.

I didn’t want to think of you so you were always on my mind.

I didn’t want to claim you and now you are forever mine. 

I had a dream

I had a dream about you last night.

You were saying things you’d never say or do.

So I guess I put you in my subconscious 
to do what I want with you.