More Drama for Saturday

He comes, angel or not

with the night

My skin and futile retreat

are his now.

Never hard though ,

like wind on my back

A touch,

I am owned

This war has gone on for years

blood with violence and tears

scream into the memory

When the devil came to take me

Quiet admonition

response to fear

Tears like lollipops

slide into my ear

Lucid dreaming,

maybe he will forget

This cold night when I laid in his arms

Abandoned by proxy

snowflakes fall from the ceiling

His skin is a premonition of a canvas

I stumble into some vocalized dribble

Of love and histrionics

A kind of baby fear that just needs to be fucking born

there I see it’s crowning now

With my shaky little voice

it takes it’s first breath

It’s a man

Softly gently

like I’ve never heard in this life

He swaddles the baby with recompense

And aghast

I lean back further into the dark

Bloody sheets and newborn hair

How can he lay here in it

And not hate me

cold like my mother

I know I am

all I want to do is run

But he says ,

You’re mine.

You can’t just leave, you know.

And I know.

I am here.