To whom I can belong more than once

I can   tell you how it rains, on a summer day
And make you feel it fall on your windowpane-
I, your woman, a poet, have such powers.

I can make you unbolt your door, wait for me
When I say I have finished my days work,
I, your woman, a poet, a thousand miles apart.

I can give you heaven on an average day, even
When I talk to you about the life that doesn’t love us-
I, your woman, a poet, calm you in your nights.

I can write for you alone, on a wordless universe, and
Make you feel like my god, I can belong to, more than once-
I, your woman, a poet, can make you immortal with a song.