This life of ‘I’ is a life of ‘am’
and I cannot live gluten-free
sweet embellishments when in your world
and spring will help me pass the brood
she waits with patience – lures longing
too long I thought yet so rewarding
that it would catch me in the race
to fashion feeling’s mirrored face
like a facade spent time perfecting
only to be thrown reflecting
the truer self spent time researching
behind the gestures meant to fray
a (sense) of yes and who I am
a life lived now but one that spans
a (sense) of right and wrong and black and white
defer the build yet spend erecting
one brick then another laid
a truer ‘I’ in life worth living
I can live off your creation
as autumn’s fall is colour’s station
open windows wide on windy days
and batten hatches when it’s warming
you waited for me without fussing
too long I thought yet so rewarding
sensualism 