So just kiss me and let my hair
messy itself in your fingers
tell me nothing needs to be done-
no clocks need winding
There is no bell without a voice
needing to borrow my own
instead, let me steady myself
in your arms
Of man who won't ask me to be
what he , needs, but lets me exist
as i am
a blonde flame
a hurricane
wrapped up
in a tiny body
that will come to his arms
like the safest harbor
for mending
