2009
Only One
© 2009 Sandra Jean-Pierre
I …
I was the only one in
love
…was the only
thing keeping me
from being my own
woman
…were the only
dragons I chased,
the only grail held
to me
holy
… the only
way I knew to describe
how you
loving me
us loving we,
felt
as your attentions
transcended
this body that knows limitations most don’t
your subtle inflections
resurrected
the Me of this minds’ eye
You… my Sovereign… my Love…?
Your imperfect words
promised My daydreamed desires
this need to believe
forgave you any and all ways
circumventing the inclinations of my mind
this need for redemption
forgave you every and all ways
though you ripped your way through me
this need for salvation
forgave you any and all days
each and every time I let you
have what never belonged to either one of us
this fear forgave you
while inside,
inside I died the thousand
deaths of women left for dogs.
under my nose,
robbing the store with
empty ministrations and eleventh hour
declarations,
you traded this heart for
untried hopes and pretty Judas silver coins
without my realizing
you brought me to my knees
turning your back as I begged for life
and walked away fully knowing…
I was the only one in love.
