Inner Sex Goddess

I promised myself I’d stop
…..stop writing about him
….stop building the walls
of my fortress carved with his name.
It isn’t that I don’t love him
–I do.
It isn’t that I walked away
–I can’t
Its just that I want to stand
–tall and on my own–
And build walls that speak
to the worship of myself,
like if Buddha built
his own monastery
……..and taught the monks
to see themselves as beautiful
…….as the evening sky.
And some days, if i look into
the mirror through his eyes
I can see the sex Goddess
kneeling there, waiting