Because you will not release me,
in order to Share Love,
preferring vows inherited,
your Ghosts' addictions

I Am
clearing my pockets
of your debts’ debris

for this heart,
not stone,
finally awakens
and these lioness' limbs
begin twitching,

taking flight from petty street
in man’s-maid town
where nothing is sacred
but your whims-
goals, aimed and ready
to destroy
loving, kindnesses,
saluting in duty for
-getting.

ii.

I'd have preferred You
took only Care;
that you'd give like a woman,
closed down your tombs
you direct shuns,
oh open-palmed,
smoke-mouthed,
adult-child, orphan:
I am not a stand-in for your mother!

iii.
You are henceforth evicted
from the back
halls of My Pupils

I am only a woman you once met!
Clearing, Creating, Breathing
and Spacious;
I will now mount only
the Lioness
upon whose back
I do flee thee
in Hunt for Life
in which I can
turn
like rain
grow
not your wounds, but
MY World, the Nature
you'd feared and belittled.

In moments of exhaustion,
I shall lean heavily
against an ox of reason.

I will spread out
roots
in earthy darkness
winding around hardened, molten obstacles,
all less frightening
than
your endless obsessions.

Inhaling the moment, I will Feel
how The backbone
of Time,
will in kindness uphold me.
as Sequoia’s endurance sustains
life longer
than
your temporal limbs,
or lying mouth
that promised me
love eternal;

until any breeze could stir your tortured ragings.