Sinking Into Him

He sells me chances to win
on lottery tomorrows
and
promises built on wishing

Do I dare debate to buy
his prescription remedy
a
drug cabinet paradise

Already over my head
he sells the hours he borrows
but
I want days and weeks instead

I walk the paths of long gone
The bench feels much too empty
when
it isn't where I belong

Close-circled in arms of safe
he leads and I will follow
a
freeborn girl, turned his slave

He sells chances to win
on lottery tomorrows
and
so I close my eyes and spin







My Fresh Air

You are become my refuge
You steal my heart at each step
and I no longer refuse
your solaced draught of kind breath

I promised you I'd be here
when you thought I might leave you
Though it has me shake in fear
I must trust this love we brew

I inhale deeply of you
a fulfilling new aware
and I'm so glad that I drew
a deep breath of My Fresh Air