February's long Stemmed Mercy
Engulf, my paradise
just so you can have someone to talk to.
Rain pounds outside my window
and you stand in the doorway with a gun.
The tips of your fingers drip
with melodies of unforgiving taunts.
You were a hole, that I caught myself in.
The yellow taxi that I stayed in for warmth.
I stood up and curled my arms around myself.
My curly hair almost straight from this fear.
I became a prisoner
pleading with my captor for sanity.
I was an unchained violator
as I held you like a baby.
He gave me a sultry tale:
"my daddy never cared, my brother's dead!"
I twisted my soul inward toward his center
to caress his broken heart.
I was star dust upon his flesh
a happy jet in flight. But not he
metallic slaughtering machine in his hands.
"I would have stayed with you forever!"