I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.

We connected with force

Beyond understanding

It led us here,

To be this, now.

Your kisses sweet, addictive,

Smoother than chocolate

Is this a spark

Or another dying light.

You know how to treat me.

You’re certain and stronger

Than I am.

I don’t want to need you,

I don’t want to love!

You could be the one to

Throw me a rope

Or the one who

Digs this hole deeper.

In the end its you.

It’s all up to you,

Jolene.

© 2019 Wendy Engela