to the woman who taught me unconditional love,
despite our best intentions –
there was a moment.
before i gave myself up to you,
when i released the mortal chains
which held me to myself.
stripped myself bare and bared these teeth…
…bungee jumping seems an a propos metaphor
for the tumble i knew awaited me.
made a vow..
before it was ever to you, it was to myself
that this was something i would see to the end
whether i was the ship
or the iceberg
i would sink
come what may.
and so what can i do?
a vow is a vow.