Hiding

He said I was hiding something...

Didn't know what he was talking about

I was feisty and difficult. There was a fire that flowed from my belly twirling me throwing embers from my finger tips, skipping my mind, intellect or wisdom. There were no words. I didn't understand...nothing made sense. After all it should be possible to turn what was once a great passion into something new

I was being danced by kali and Shiva at once, a dance far stranger than any language could name

He said I didn't want to be with him

I breathed....remembering that he was my air, his heart pulsing my blood in my veins, his being, with all of its turns and twists, its very bricks and door knobs...was my home

Yet there were no words

At the mercy of the fire in my belly, I was danced screamingly:

No polite little parcels of connection will do...no small talk about our days can feed...nothing less than blood on my lips can speak

He said...nah, too much drama, too negative