it is through this violence
we collapse we relapse
we repair
she hates the way
i care for her
i hate that stare
nothing between us but bare hands
i grasp her she gasps
we move we dance
we struggle we crash
she is unyielding of the lead
her denials have only come
to make me bleed
from the floor to the back of the couch
she does not open her mouth
she is mine
there is a rip and a tear
to leave her bare
in her in her again
and again
then
i cant
not like this
thought never like this
i fold withdraw and fall to the floor
back against the broken backdrop
she turns slowly
salaciously savagely
she says to me
why did you stop