When the door closes please don’t look back
for not wracked with grief will I be;
a sense of relief, of a burden now shed
a small dance breaks from me.
The truth of it is, as Cohen’s voice caresses my skin
I am not afraid of your loss,
Not afraid that you shall flee
for I know….I know….
the worth of me.
Sensual, sexual, lusting
I will no longer hide
Do not think to shush me,
do not think to bind,
for I have found truth,
I have found expression in mine own.