“If you were here, Would you make love to me?” Those words, those words, I was not prepared. I felt my ice-cold heart melt, In an instant, I felt the hot blood rush through my veins. I knew I could not say no. Words, I myself, would never have uttered, Came from you so easily As if they were a mere afterthought Unaware they would so easily break me. I had readied my heart, never to again hear those words prepared forever to be alone. But there they were in black and white Those words, I was broken, and warmed and I saw myself again, as a woman, a woman who could love a man. A woman who could open up The most sacred parts of my being Share with you freely, the nectar of the Goddess, free you from your own enslavement. Words, those words easily written, easily taken away. You, safely a million miles away, Couldn’t see the tears fall down my face, Couldn’t hear the beat of my heart slowing growing ever colder.