Ripe

I raise my dress up over my head,
say too much,
share too much.
My heart ratchets between vulnerability
and shut down.
It’s all or nothing,
full tilt broil,
or barely warm.
I am a wildcat,
winter storm,
strange beast
of a woman.

I’d hold my tongue if I could,
but I’ll tell you I like you
when I do.
I know I’m a half crazy girl.
So full of emotion,
that I tremble,
and tears run down my face,
when all I’m trying to say to you
is that I want you
in my life.

Wild hot in your bed,
I’ll be as cool as early January
across from you
in public.

I’ll act like I’d never be on my knees,
even when the taste of you lingers in my mouth.
I’ll act like I am not the type to beg and plead,
knowing I am.
I’ll wear my pride with steely determination
until it’s safe to lay it at your feet.
I’ll watch you, I’ll wait.
If you don’t reach for me,
I’ll never find my way into your arms.
If you bring me close,
if you are willing to be shelter,
I’ll cling.
I’ll wail.
I’ll tear my hair and howl with relief.

When you love me,
you’ll burn to ash all my defenses.
When you claim me,
I won’t even resist.
It’s all I want.
You can keep me in your pocket,
I’ll let you.
I’m ripe for the claiming.