Husbands own things.
Secrets, that aren't secrets unshared
in order to balance
the scale of insecurity and pride
they must be swallowed.

Champions dont know the difference.
They flower, pollinate,
and bare the blue depth
of who they are truthfully.
Kaleidoscopic voids that hear themselves
in the background
of  intelligence,
and don't pretend
they have to seem
so far away.

Sara Fielder © Nov 2020