this is too young for story telling
it is too small to magnify
but I have stood here, my god, so often
time has made me shy.
to praise, devote, inhale their love
as if they're unique companion I have sought.
the present tells a better story.
you stay for one two three
as if it was eternity
and then we leave.
the curtains fall.
the show discontinues due to
or not enoughs
but I am usually bored.
so often I have promised into the wishful night
into my dreary book,
no man will take me from myself
and then they do
and I dissolve.
But here I write it black on white
into the ether, a blogging site
you will not swallow me
I will not swallow you
I will not draw my lust, love and light
I will not hope for what I cannot know
and I will not dream of a future that hasn't grown
I will be here
in the now
in the present of what is
and if it not you, it will be someone else
and if it is not someone else, I will still move on
I will not wait for a man
but will dance for myself.