I am -
a woman of
science and skill
I am -
a collector
of facts and
absolutes
He is -
the anomaly
a cruel contamination
he says I
count and in
my mind I
imagine
not with my
head but my
heart
the rules of
fantasy are still
mine to learn
how far does it go?
does it
have edges?
I feel the edges
of his body blending
into the shape
of me
the taste of tobacco
of tea on his lips
that are now
my lips
I am -
a woman of
passion and
warmth
I am a woman
curled into the
crook of a man
