The in between, Poems about me

Reap of your rib

Beyond feelings of choking guilt,

The view of me broken but I can still see me in thin blowing air

Not knowing where I stand...I follow the breeze to the one that came too soon

He's warm, with a kiss that shifts my state of mind...I see stars

I rebel against society's voice, the dreams of the mortal and think...I know what I want

So I let him take a bite of the shiny gold apple

The hole he left was healed by overflowing desire

Yes, I craved for his touch,for him to bite me away till all that is left of me are seeds

He bit me once,twice, three, six times, he bit till I retired

I hated him for fulfilling my desire cos his denial would have been as golden

So it seemed as if I looked at him and saw a man God had brought to scare my dark cold nights away while he saw this lean,golden apple with his name on it

Then I asked him "what do you want from me?"

Questions popping out of my head cos of the tears that they created

I want to engage once more...satisfy the wild in me that disappeared right after he came

So I conclude, sex was meant for man to enjoy and claim power over...

I was made for and from him he says and I don't disagree...I am just an instrument of pleasure

I will serve my purpose... I will lay here and let you reap of your rib.