Clean Sheets

I speak of the sweetness of clean sheets,

Of lying close to you...silence.

Black mirror, I refuse to make you glow,

afraid to be distracted by avoidance,

I honor the way my heart calls.

I speak of desire and its ravenous ways,

the way I long for union and growing pains,

a path less traveled,

because, really,

breadcrumbs lead the way.

I speak of the way my body calls to creation

and of my ability to accept rejection...

To the tenderness of no.

Do you see me?

There is power in no...

and there is strength in yes.

There is sacrifice in vulnerable vitality.

Surrendering to the sweet silence within my sheets…

and somehow I can still hear myself breathe.