I meant it to be A beautiful moment Now punctuated By wet apostrophes. My possessive nature hangs on high Claiming accountability For the balance of these events. The credit of her salted raindrops Deposited in my heart’s ocean Is a debit of worry In our joint account of emotion.
But I know… The morning was still But my blood raced. I placed kisses On her window sills As she opens the gates of her face. To meet her gaze For accepted entrance To the garden of Eden. Though her rivers were flowing My ark was a rubber tree So we forced the dam open Which caused a flood of memories To rush her veins. She turned Eve recalling Adam’s selfish lust In my eyes And locked up. Never expecting that I’d cause The chains of her past to bind her so painfully I stopped.
But I know… How she blankets herself In the wounds He inflicted. Like a burn victim Feigning strength When every move hurts. I offered to be a brick house Wherein she can be glass. A fragile rainstorm With cries of thunder. Though she’s the one apologizing I’m the one that feels at fault As I wipe the tears that threaten to stain her pillow. I wash the burning desire for her cavity Out of my soul. This sweet tooth Has crumbled our rites of passion. So in my love, I’ll abstain From hurting her again To soothe the pain She holds firm in her brain.