The Seeker

The Seeker I have come to find shelter with a fire dance on my lips, my waist turning heads, twisting in the tango of my history; I have come with a storm in my eyes, perhaps you will name me home. I am here to seek a home, where the sky will not spit on my face nor the moon’s rays electrocute me; it must not erase my beauty; I carry my body like a river and flow to the source of my dreams. There is a fire in my heart without the slow-killing smoke; perhaps you will not suffocate the whispers of intense love burning in your soul. Perhaps you will not trap my cry in your navel. I tried to change my history, root, I tried to exchange my destiny; yet, here I am, intoxicated with shame, the debris of my unwanted then, when I sought In a million ways to find another home.