I am the only one.
When I blow on the candle next to my bed,
It lights and burns.
When I pour water from the pitcher to the bowl,
It makes the morning come.
Come and kiss me,
By the time my pen meets the page,
I'll be gone.
It's what I've tried to tell you all along--
I am a condition of atmosphere.
Mine are the lips,
Mine are the hands
That can both create and calm your gorgeous storm.
I am the Queen Bitch your demons are afraid of.
I am the sweet dream who gets up and makes you breakfast.
I am the rain off a bird's wings,
And I am the ridiculous girl who'll believe any outlandish thing
You press to my ear with your tongue.
I am all of these.
I am the one,
The only one
Who loves you this fiercely
I am the girl with a gift, and I long to place it in your hand,
Closing your fingers around it with my own;
If only you would reach out
And let me.