Spirit Girl

How like a desperate tiger you clawed me 

Love your weapon of choice

As I in a stupor laid languid on the kitchen floor

Not able to take my eyes of a whirling dance 

That was the ceiling

But you insisted I was better

A potent man of means

Capable of greatness

What could you see

In me

What could I have done 

To deserve your

Trust

Your

Belief

My arm swung 

Grasping for you

Or a bottle

Whatever I could grab first

You ached for me

Would deny me nothing

Especially not your body

Even there 

On the kitchen floor

Where passion erupted

Overcoming my intoxication

Making me a man

You were my enabler

I the struggling artist

Whose talent was drowning

In amber liquid

Consumed in vats

So it seemed

The cause was the cure

But you never wavered

Knowing that someday

Light would shine 

On me

My God you were right

And when I emerged

You were there

Spirit girl

Today I am still not whole

Damaged

But present in the world

Surrounded by your love

Amazing

The gratitude is endless

The love boundless

The life

Ours