Thursday, October 23, 2008

You Aren't Ready

You aren't ready for me.

Your arms are

folded, crossed

against your heart.

You aren't ready for


who is hungry,

sitting open-legged,

holding her spoon

while she

watches you


You aren't ready

for someone

who has spent

years filling

her breasts with


good love.

Alive-good love.

There are women

I am sure who

can love you

well without

taking you

into the jungle to

hunt for your life,

for your love.

But not me.

I can't love you

well without

saying this: let's eat.

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