i was lost

inside the dark 

poured out my last

thoughts into the

emptiness, and tried

hard to walk straight

through his eyes - but no

its harder to fight than fake

it and each time he kissed

my chest, i swore and swore

and swore again i was faking.

inside the rooms of sweet

smelling flowers hand painted black

by hand i kept my step

light (or as light as could

be) and kept moving

in what felt like a forward direction.

i had no idea i was meandering 

toward you.

it only took one foot, one foot

to show me that there was something

more than what i thought there was

a reality totally devoid of darkness

only shades and shadows and 

tones shifting as sand slides 

through air - on my love

you have given me the means

and the ways to shake away

the cobwebs and create -

you were right, come 

whetu wahine, come

my love with you 

i'm never 

faking.