So just kiss me and let my hair
messy itself in your fingers
tell me nothing needs to be done-
no clocks need winding
There is no bell without a voice
needing to borrow my own
instead, let me steady myself
in the arms
of a man who won't ask me to be
what he needs, but lets me exist
as I am
a blonde flame
a hurricane
wrapped up
in a tiny body
that will come to his arms
like the safest harbor
for mending
Jewel
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