I don't know if you are any different
or if I'm the kind of different you like
but nonetheless you are
that kind of girl
on whose chest I want to lay
as I free my untold stories
in your cracked cage.

That girl whose book I will dare to open
As I page by page
feed unhurriedly from your soul
simmering in the depths of your womanhood
word for word
wanting to be one with you
at some point
for some time
for you are