~ I want to ignore the late night phone calls.
Birthing fear inside my heart. My forgiveness
rises again, a weed beneath the pavement.
Hold the cold stone in the cool night air. I see
stars behind your eyes and I become weightless
in love. Watering crushed white roses, found
at my door, your name written upon a smudged
Again beneath you, heavy upon my body and soul
this physical forgiveness finds me soft. You ignore
my cries and whimpers, crush me with feeling.
This is what you return for - murmurs of hurt
just beneath the surface of your hands.
A doll limp waiting to be used in something we
need to call Love.