emotionally clothed; to deny myself the right to be liberated. to rain and soak into the soil, not smeared in my palms and brushed upon my legs. good riddance, I’d say. and you have no say. this is my way. a masculine form has lived in me with greed. and now I welcome this experience. for this need to be met and I shall carry my burdens no longer, and my growth, discontinued, to stump. a tender craving I have to blossom, and the earth shall be my performer, and the sun my spotlight. and the moon, my animated story teller. and now that he shares, the feminine will be starved no more. a star she will be. a naked star. vulnerability can be quite captivating you see.