The Performer

The Performer

Audre Lorde

I write for those women who do not speak, for those who do not have a voice because they were so terrified, because we are taught to respect fear more than ourselves. We've been taught that silence would save us, but it won't.


Friday, May 28, 2010

My Portion!

A heart's missed
A breath swiftly beating to a rhythm
Hungry and sheepishly thirsty
While my body constantly craves
Your stare and care…
Your tempting touch and dare
For you I'll willingly bear
The moments I've lovingly glared at
Felt, seen, held so close and dear

It's not the same without you…
I cannot wait to fall back in those arms
I cannot fight but…
Wait for you to take this love
That belongs to you!


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