Sometimes I am mature;
Sometimes I am two years old.
Sometimes I remember to fill the bowl,
Sometimes I eat every bit and wait for more.
Sometimes I want to be the tigress,
Sometimes I want you to lie me down on flowers
Sometimes I want to be your slave
Sometimes only your tenderness I crave
Sometimes I want to bring you to your knees
Sometimes I want to buckle with petals wide open.
Sometimes I get it without a word
Sometimes I completely miss it
Sometimes I know beyond a shadow of any doubt
Sometimes I wait for you to tell me, remind me, love me
Today it is me feeling all these things
Tomorrow it most likely is you
If I try to write novels to explain,
these few words contain the truth.
If I try to run away,
your eyes sparkle in my mind.
If I turn my back on you,
this rainbow in my heart remains.
Sandra Dorland
12/8/02
