I have turned into living icicles as boys batted their eyes to bring me under their
coconut tree.
I couldn't stand the way I had to live so how could I live and be a secure streetlight turning on at night?
I knew I wanted it after I chopped them out of my head to let better thinking grow.
All that sprouted was the thought of them in my arms and all that bloomed was me alone with no one in the end.
I think of this one man who asked me to share a beverage of ground beans with cream and sugar.
I froze and said maybe,
Then yes,
And after coffee,
I felt like the princess of the jungle knowing nothing would attack me I was perfect for him.
Things did not work out,
and I tried to bring him back but I only lost more of his taste in me.
I look back now and I know that he started the fire, but he doesn't have to keep it burning.
He has a life as well as me.
I'll never try again to keep it burning though it is never too late for a new fire to begin.
There's plenty of wood and rocks to light the fire.
It may not be him who gathers or hunts and he may never have love growing in his heart for me.
It's still not too late,
and naturally, I'm now more at ease with me and myself and that being all I sleep with in the beautiful sunset.
There does happen to be more space and more time til I decide to awaken and later find someone better,
and it's never too late to find anyone anytime.