feministpoetry – Too Far From the Sun

in the drought she waters
in the cold she warms
she is soft like spring sun
she if life, tucked away compact

if you’re going to love me
you need to understand
that I love me,
and I love me too much
to watch myself suffer.

when you hurt
I will carry your pain
if it’s too heavy for you alone.

will you love the parts of me that I find hard to love?
I want you to be mesmerized by my strength,
dazzled by my mind,
hypnotized by my movement

…keep your neck long to gaze at the stars
and your fingertips coated from trying to reach them.