My body,shouldn’t flinchwhenever you raiseyour voice
I belongto me
Bullish, he ragesthrough a fine fragileChina shopcrushing every teacup,carefully laid plates
There is a hand around my heart — a boa hand,
There are times I want to hold you and have you melt in my armsThere are times I want to hold you and bend you over my knees…
Leaving out of the dress shop, my brain is swirling — I just bought a formal dress for my daughter to attend the military ball at her…