I let you touch me
And touched you back
You wavered so
I don’t know who you are
But I let you touch me
Woman
I love being a women.
Everything about it.
Blood, burnings and birth.
Airy, soft.
Pure fire and magic.
Your own
In me
There’s a peasant in me
More tame
Domesticated
A puppeteer, my sweet labrinyth
From her I get my strength
Hard steps
Most prized possessions
My sorry little secrets
Crust
Fate
Meat
Made of stone
Non-attatchment
