shattered
violated
hunting for a rescue
and a sturdy wall
on which to lean
my beaten soul and mind.
You are the warm milk,
comforting
coating
my brittle stomach,
cleansing the fear,
burying my starvation
to unreachable depths.
My shield you have become.
I came to you
as a lost girl.
You carried me
as a faithful basket
holds a joyous picnic,
carried me to womanhood
with kindness and beauty,
lust and fascination,
patience and duty.
Every bit of love that leaks
from your simple lips
is echoed to a perfect match
in my eyes.
My heart burns full
for yours is full.
I am quite found
because you are never lost.
And you are now whole
for I gave you me
and made it so.
April 24, 2011
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