Wanting to be used
Marked
Folded, creased
Manipulated into something beautiful

Soaked in the ink of desire
Never to fall into the suffocating security of being filed way with all the rest
Craving freedom to dance on the wind forgotten while begging for the sanctuary of being bound.

Knowing its place in the universe's library.

Need
             Beat                  
                         ****
                                  Give
                         ­                    More
                                                        obey
   ­                                                              love
                                                  

                             Good Girl

Sleep brings colour and clarity to my day

Even as I am drying up I can feel the flow
I am able to listen to her needs without hearing her cries
her smile becomes contagious
I plan my day to escape to see her instead of from her

It's clear even as a 3 month old she is the light of my life.