you trying to understand my love of black.
Crashing consciousness at unexpected moments.
Leading me down corridors of altered perception.
bringing strawberries, avocado and spider chrysanthemums
making me feel like a goddess.
Daring to hold my fear in upturned hands.
letting me cry into your wisdom
teaching trust of body and eyes
in the one long night.
finally sending me away from your warmth
into my own cloudy sunshine
to find the real love without you.