At Last Defining Me

 

 

I simply do not want any arms around me.

I do not want warmth or passion

I just want time to cry.

 

I do not want flowers and clean cotton sheets.

I do not want white curtains, polished glass

I want time to mourn.

 

I do not want smiles and I do not want your hands upon me.

I do not want a roof or security or peace to share

I just want this cold rain upon my back.

 

I do not want your desires man, of what is idyllic

I do not want your want for me

I simply want time to know who I am.

 

I do not want your definitions of beauty.

That is mine to tell, that is mine to show

I simply want time now. 

 

Time.

 

I want time on my own.

 

Sandra K Woodiwiss © 2012