You don't have to go
Tiptoeing at heart o'clock.
It's better if you don't.
Let's let the ocean take off her clothes in
These days it hurts so bad
Becos it's never spoken of or seen.
I want to be burnt at the stake (again)
I want a big goddess to come and turn me
into a Pheonix
Then back into a humyn
Then I'd know how to be a woman
For the first time.
Who can talk me off this ledge
Will it be the green of the trees
Filling up my cells
So I can move so i can breathe
Will it be a poet talking rainbow words
from behind my ears
Will it be the guard dog in me ...