Hear me sigh as my womanhood takes a backseat to his ego
The self-propelling mode of transportation is not big enough...
At my igloo he lets me out, pledging his non-existant emotions as I leave
I open the portal to the establishment and exhale much breath
Homelife is less than desirable, I reflect as my irises survey the cube
Instantaneously my eardrums detect the end of the reining silence -
The communications device is unsettling itself from its base.
I set it free and begin to make my vocal cords vibrate,
Expressing welcome in a cube where it does not tend to exist.
I become awash with sudden jubilation - the other set of vocal cords request mine
I place my calves and thighs upon the floor and continue cord vibration.
When I return the device to its resting place, I am full of satisfactory feeling.
The force that creates my energy is no longer at the receiving side of consequence.
After the face's hand completes its circle once more, silence is again unsettled.
As I shut the portal behind my organism, the other five digits grasp a container.
I throw my meager "haves" into the self-propeller, my lips the opposite of their usual.
The familiar, aforementioned vocal cords greet me from a lopsided echo of my grin -
My fellow organism is someone who knows the journey to my lifeforce.
He assists my entrance to the mode and carefully remembers my womanhood -
His ego always follows this, and so he is fully aware of my personage.
The mode of transportation starts to self-propel, and our vocal cords vibrate once more.
His igloo is not one; his cube is made of the most essential to any lifeforce.
For a temporary amount of the seasons' changing, he has offered space there.
The self-propeller makes its way toward this building-which-is-more-than-that,
Where I have vocally accepted the offer of temporary ownership of space.
Here I shall recieve the most essential, along with the organic needs for organisms.
The resting of our mode is received well by units of his heritage.
She whose womb held this extraordinary creature gives me a circular embrace.
Here before their establishment of stone, they welcome me,
And unknowingly offer an extending of my lifeforce.

escape from my igloo
(c) 2000 Krissi M.