In his strong and muscular arms you could be safe
You don't want to be safe
You want to be on fire and burning down the palace gates
In his white picket-fenced house you could have enough
You don't want to have enough
You want to give everything you could possibly have away
In his life, if you shared it, you would have leisure
You don't want leisure
You want to work harder than it's possible to fan the flames
You could have a life if you took his ring but you don't want to be a wife you want to be an offering
An offering to the gods of your own choosing
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Finding Small Infinities
PoetrySo this is a collection of poetry that I've written. Some of it's very fantastical. Some of it is mythological. Some of it is domestic. There's not really one specific theme or style. They're not all about me and not all from my point of view. Most...
