another previously written poem.  i think it’s got a few good phrases.

he carries me
bids me swallow before i can drink
sticks my innocence to my face
and i come in his arms
looking for all the world
as if i had been abused
but i say no – look –
it is only my self
i have given it away
and he may do with it
as he sees fit
this hard promise never ends
throat raw i release him
and make his life my own
he always ahead
he always the victor
and i love it