A soldier is stripped of everything but his will to live
I nuzzle my head into your chest like a child
You ask if I'm okay
"Yes. I just wanted to hear your heartbeat."
A human being is stranded in the middle of the sea, forced to watch a comrade stop fighting to live.
You run your fingers through my hair,
Cradle my hand in yours
We are still lovers, still breathing
He makes it to the shore of the enemy
Is immediately demoted to POW
I wonder if you know that I'm a prisoner of love; it is quite the wonderful setup. We kiss with the lips first, and you ease into tongue because you are patient; you are okay with waiting
Beatings
Torturous conditions
And then--
He is liked and wanted
Is allowed to leave camp to tell his parents he's still alive
And in that building he sees "a woman for the first time
In two years" you whisper
Something I hadn't thought of
And I wonder if men need women more than I recognize
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
A soldier is stripped of everything but his will to live
I nuzzle my head into your chest like a child
You ask if I'm okay
"Yes. I just wanted to hear your heartbeat."
A human being is stranded in the middle of the sea, forced to watch a comrade stop fighting to live.
You run your fingers through my hair,
Cradle my hand in yours
We are still lovers, still breathing
He makes it to the shore of the enemy
Is immediately demoted to POW
I wonder if you know that I'm a prisoner of love; it is quite the wonderful setup. We kiss with the lips first, and you ease into tongue because you are patient; you are okay with waiting
Beatings
Torturous conditions
And then--
He is liked and wanted
Is allowed to leave camp to tell his parents he's still alive
And in that building he sees "a woman for the first time
In two years" you whisper
Something I hadn't thought of
And I wonder if men need women more than I recognize
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