I Am

I am the swirling of velvet layers,
The sound of a zipper being slowly pulled
Down tawny skin,
A sigh of a contented lover.

The light of a star shining meekly through a misty veil of clouds.
I am the woman before you,
Your mother, your sister,
Cousin, lover,
I am sin personified
And a saint.

Sensual and expressive
I am One with myself
And with my senses,
Touching, tasting,
Taking life by the horns
And running with it.

I am the voice that shines through a ritual,
A candle flame leaping joyously,
The wind gathering at my fingertips
And rain falling upon me.

I am the one you call God,
I am myself.
Facets of a common jewel,
Sharing the threads of silver and gold of the jewelery.

I am a woman hurt,
A lover betrayed,
A companion lost.

I am myself,
Forever and ever.

I am the moon shining bright,
The smile in my eyes,
The intelligence in my gaze
And everything in between.

From a sinner to a saint
I have changed,
For a man,
For a lover,
And for myself.
I am what makes me ME.

I am.