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By Galadrial Date: 2001 Aug 16 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.16.08.55.3445]] |
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You made me this goddess, clothed in light too perfect to touch and when I finally stopped feeling dizzy at being held so high, you decided that you were unworthy of such dazzling perfection. Well there isn't a ladder, or a safety net, and I'm getting nose bleeds and damned cold stuck up here alone. I wanted to be a woman, loved by a man who didn't mind warts the occasional facial whisker, or the fact that my hair is lacing with white. I wanted a man who didn't need me to be more than I was, who would not ask the impossible, and would be happy not on his knees but lying next to me snoring like a buzz saw, one ankle hooked around mine, not thinking he was blessed by my wonders, but just damned lucky I came. I never asked for a temple. And all i wanted was you. So please...no more incense. No more candles. Forget the icons, or statues with clay feet. Let me be the woman I am, because she is someone you can actually love. |