at some point
you called yourself holding me
close to skin but far from the marks that would have signified birth
years ago there was a story being drawn from oceans and skies distant - caught in your eyes
colors knit themselves tight ‘round yo neck
i thought maybe i could hang there with them
around you
years passed and so did your play with words
power over mine
mattress flipping, seam ripping
you over-edited
or tried anyway
your pride still walks around with this temper i couldn’t stand even if i too were lion
me, tigress, can stand by and watch
you see, i know all of what i am and where i ought to go
what you miss…what you don’t see is
your fight ought to sometime go down with the sun
