Unafraid
When I am my own self
Not trapped within the drenched streets
Or tangled in the ruins of the bed, just slept or not slept in,
When my thoughts don't pound against the inside of my chest
The way they would the inside of a cage
There is no drumming and no thrumming electric
There is no restlessness to break my sleep apart,
Sleepless about you or one thing or another,
Then I am warm as a field in autumn
Colored by the sun, and not drained yet
When everything is overripe and bleating,
And there are whispers to get my fingers caught in
and cold air to feel inside my neck.
Then I am a whole self
And empty
And full to bursting with your affection.
Which I would carry like a wound
or a big weight on my shoulders, as I walk the hill,
or a ball and chain around my ankles
and never be more happy to bear it over.
When I am all of me, and have your love,
Then I am unafraid.