By Ali Date: 2007 Jul 14 Comment on this Work [[2007.07.14.08.09.31464]] |
She calls me a fool, and I concede-- mother knows best, anyway. My foolish ways have melted into wiles, and I only smile, certainly, for him: it's like being born, it's like being undone, it's a morning star. She calls me indecent, as if I don't already know, but his eyes remember me, and his voice connects me, and his promise transcends the words I thought I knew-- how could I walk away from my own heart? She calls me crazy, tells me I'm asking for trouble, trading in one small tragedy for another, but in the middle of this, I relent the struggle and smile-- because I'm his, and nothing (not even my good sense) could change that. |