light my fire

I believe in earning one's own way
but I also believe in the unexpected
gift
and it is a wondrous thing
when a woman who has read your writing
(or parts of it, anyway)
offers herself to you
out of nowhere
out of the blue
a total
stranger.

such an offer
must be taken
gracefully

the hands
the fingers
the hair
the smell
the light.

one would like to be strong enough
to turn them away

those butterflies.

I believe in earning one's own way
but I also believe in the unexpected gift.

I have no shame,

we deserve one
another

those butterflies
who flutter to my tiny
flame
and
me.