I'm tired of being afraid.

Did I occupy too much space

or not fully assert my own

did I breath too heartily

rape your linguistic sensibilities

did I advance

or personalize

my own sensuality

too often

did I create

uncomfortable

did I

unravel

you

steer you wrongly

did I

forget to take the wheel

did I

imagine us

in places we've never been

as people we never will

did I

escort trouble

into our bed

do you

forgive

easily. 

Stale adjective

1. not fresh; vapid or flat, as beverages; dry or hardened.
2. musty; stagnant.
3. having lost novelty or interest; hackneyed; trite.
4. having lost freshness, vigor, quick intelligence, initiative, or the like, as from overstrain,
    boredom, or surfeit.
5. having lost force or effectiveness through absence of action, as a claim.


 

I want a new world in you.
Deliverance from sirens.
My gray clouds
replaced.
Tell your gods
to shine down on me.
To bless me.
To greet me in fresh horizons
daily
bath me
in rituals
give me entheogens
to loosen the knots in my hair.
The gaps in my memory.
Place your hands on me.
Mark your blue sky
across me.
Rattle my body.
Smear blood on my chest.
Fetch me instruments.
Design reins
for me to play with.
Give me unrestricted access
to your medicine cabinet.
Cures for restoring
my faith in humanity.
Something to hold onto.
A reason to be here.
My Sangoma.

All the time in the world does not make this any easier.