ContemptYou spoke wordsagainst me,and not for my ears;nurturing a silent,tasteless poisonthriving in our negative space.And I do not knowif it will ever find shapeor only continueto eat at my imperfectionsuntil I amsomething less than bone.
The PoetReaching through mehe awakened the beautythat I had locked away--coveting selfishly...perhaps out of fear.Discerning eyesexposed a true heart,hidden in the crevices,that I had never knownbut always longed to be;My full self loving--released at oncethrough words--lover's spell penned delicatelylike a sweet murmur in my ear:"you are free."