The night quiet does not calm me.
My room is a tower filled with dark.
Your “perhaps” has unwrapped me:
can you truly see
my soft belly of longing
now exposed?
Thick braids of anger give way,
desire and the fear of it call out
in a voice I hardly know as my own.
I have lost sanctuary,
left the barred door of my aloneness,
opened myself to wanting you
whatever the danger to us both.
Whether you find your way to me or no,
I cannot go back.
