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

mine.