I am magic and love , and thus I am light …

You can’t give me love ,’I already have her , I already know her voice , I have already in my heart ..

You can’t give me riches , i can turn anything into to gold

You can’t give me words , I am devoid of poetry , I can sweep myself off my own feet , I am aphrodisiac… you can’t give me ambrosias … I am a goddess in my own right …

You can’t give me magic … I am .. magic the way I have turned boys into men , men back into boys .. men into pigs .. I have turned myself into meteors and dreams … and shooting stars , you can’t give me infinity …. If I am forever …

You can’t give me a future … if I’ve already seen it and went back to past …I am a time traveler weaving in and out of worlds

You can’t give me the world … it’s no one to claim , I am nomadic .. not a conquest … I do dream of a conquer , but I do claim colonization of this body … I am a map .. you will not tell me you been everywhere and give your world and I’ll give you it riches .

I don’t get sad … when I meet someone who can’t give me myself. Not ever one can swim in depths I’ve been … they are not yet ready for their own drowning …

i am nor a witch … but many have kept their distance …. As if I bite … and might lick their bones clean … and I do … I am fierce .. with every bone of mine , selfish holding on to my ribs … for every body I done pluck out my life like weeds in a garden … I am sacred about this space of mine …

My love , is all mine , mine .. mine

I am selfishly devout in myself

So yes I believe in my love , because this is me ..I am the fabric of my aorta and the harpist of my heart