Me

A naiad
dreaming of magic
hidden in our bed
A harlot
cheap gangsters moll
with cigarettes and beer
A child
gleefully waking
on Christmas day
A warrior
fighting to survive
doing what I must

I cherish and tease
with equal abandon

I scream and shout
like a mastodon in heat

I am your erotic dreams
and your worse nightmares
rolled into one
but at the end of the day
I am just me
tired and in love
and held within your arms