You are magic.
You are sweet,
even when you’re pissed.
You fire my spirit when I have none.
Men enjoy being more powerful
than storms.
I am fragile, but I want to stop the ocean,
holding my hand high,
firmly as a traffic cop
or a father across the dangerous street.
I want you as an eagle.
Swoop and steal me.
Fly me through oceans.
Come cover me in your snow.
Bury me with your storm.
And sing, sing loud in blue.
Will you wear black?
stillfugue 
#1 by Sirenum Scopuli on February 2, 2011 - 12:04 am
Yes. 😉
#2 by Carl on February 2, 2011 - 12:13 am
A definitive answer to the mysterious, unanswered question! 🙂
#3 by Jamie Dedes, all rights reserved on February 2, 2011 - 9:46 am
Wow! Layers to this and yet how very forthright. Well done. I love the cadence …
#4 by Carl on February 2, 2011 - 11:51 am
Thank you, Jamie!
#5 by Evelyn on February 2, 2011 - 10:27 am
Men stronger than storms would be useful.
but its not necessary…
“You are sweet,
even when you’re pissed.
You fire my spirit when I have none.”
So lovely, a gift of words…
#6 by Carl on February 2, 2011 - 11:56 am
Thank you, Evelyn! You keep me going! You are stronger than the storms! 🙂
#7 by ebbtide on February 2, 2011 - 8:20 pm
This is so beautifully written… powerful and yet baring a vulnerable personal truth
Love it! So glad you stopped by my little place on the web so that I could find this… thank you.
#8 by Carl on February 2, 2011 - 9:07 pm
Thank you for your kind comments. I admire your work. Thank you for coming by!