Who is this person sitting on the bank of the river watching it flow peacefully? Listening to soft music playing in her head, a smile in her heart? Come baby, hold my head under water, teach me once again, what life holds for those anticipating good things to come… Take that fishing knife and cut open my heart remove the smile and put it on the bank, in the sun let the rain come and wash it down where it belongs or simply throw it like fish guts back into the river for that is not part of the me I had grown comfortable with… Who is this strange woman who has wishful thoughts? Desires springing again? A life she wants to share? She needs to find her way, away from here. So when you come along, with your fishing rod and find me here, thinking of you, dash all my hopes with a toss of your hand point the way back to that lonely heart life where I can join my skilled lovers: simple pen and paper, books and poetry they also use me up, with the same disregard they ask little of me, but they also ask too much... but for them, I will gladly give my time, my thoughts, my soul for they, they are steady.
