The lower half of my body needed to be courted. First I sent flowers and poetry. Told jokes and planned picnics. You deserve to be loved, I said.

My hips didn't burge and they swayed to the sound of earthly wisdom. Deeper and more honest. I sent history, to recollect inside my books all the despair felt again.

Depressed every Saturday, damn! My legs how long do you desire to grow? And the size of your waist, is this revenge for my rampage? The love I shared with him and the other one.

Learn from thorns that penetrate thick soles.

So I sent a sacrifice, a covenant of love. To listen, my body rested in tall green grass. In the middle of the day with the sun as a witness.

Here comes a fire, forgiveness and purpose. As I walked though holy heat I gained control of parts of me that had fled. This must be happiness surfacing. I do not know what to do with this new exhilaration.

I decided to send poetry and flowers again. Inside a gift bag the word and honey. Yum for my soul and loved again the back of my mind.

So broken, so human , so divine.

The end.

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