my body is strange
my mind even stranger.
today i woke up hating
him. i have often
woken up in this manner
i have to use logic to bring
me down. to take my hate
show my being that it is all in
my head: he has done
nothing. nothing wrong, nothing
right. nothing. and it is all me
my assumptions, my expectations
still i am kept up, angry
till my body remembers
his touch then i can take a deep
step back and recall
how he controls me
how i control him. how
he asks and how i allow
he and i are a mixture of oil
and vinegar. and some days, even
when we are miles away, i can still
feel our mixture, our odd dance, our
sleep, our life minutes away from joy
