i kiss you hard.
(i don't know how else to
express
the lovely Ache inside my
chest.)

gut-wrench sucker-punch
strung-out lungs
a sore throat
and three times the ache
you knew your body could
possess

when the tides come in
and pull at the soles of my feet
          unbalance 
                             me.
(grown used to a sensation of falling
i have, i’ve 
       fall
     en
many times before, again i’ll 
       fall
many times over.
many times over.)

when the sweet warm welcome of
a pulse-line and jersey --
it was quite 
                            unexpected (the
                                                        tide),
took me by surprise
but hold and fortress came boxed in
a silhouette i knew to be

You.

brittle hips and your
strong convictions,
your loud-mouth loose-lips
slander
cannot stay a Tide;
nothing can
save the moon and stars
(but they are not moving far
any time soon).

are We
to you
something more
than a breeding sow
or a
*****?
more than your pride
and you warn Us be
careful,
careful!  Bride,
do not pull the veil from
over Your curious eyes.

you cannot sit pretty and
assume yourselves god-kings
for much longer;
lend your ear to the Rabble and Rumble.
you cannot dazzle the
Stars
with rings and
shining things,

for themselves They are
resplendent.

i trust you,
to be good.
to be prim and to sit
in my silk lining
but not to see or choose
or decide for yourself when
and how and why.

i trust you*.
have you ever?
or have you just never
needed to?