My All

She sensed it

Out it came, in a story

An explanation

And pushed out all the

Worry, the last ounce

Of fortifications in my

Soul for distracting

The truth

No longer, no more

With one fast whip

Came all the freedom

And no more reason

To hold back

I’ve never had it painted

So white and black

Simple and forward

Yet hard to believe

That this woman holds

Nothing and gives all

I open channels and

She rides tall

When she speaks, thinks, loves,

She says my all