I feel like you walk over me, all over me,
Your gait was tall and my expanse vast,
I lengthened to measure up to you,
To bear you is what I knew.
Every step you needed, kneaded me,
Every step you beaded, pleaded to me.
I sniffed the passion you wore for me on you, I lived on it;
A long breath that embodied your intensity made me gasp,
Gasps are what I have, while you have me spread out for you.
You didn’t know that my red was not what you read,
You never could read me, else it would have freed me,
You enslaved me, your love did – it didn’t consume me – I now wish it had.