you are iron
and he is wine

you flow through my veins. with every heartbeat
I feel you dissipate into my muscle and nerve and sinew
I cannot escape you.

he visits, occasionally. he intoxicates me.
with laughter and love and fake smiles
he beats through my blood. he conquers the iron
but only for a while.

you are iron and you are everywhere, you are the song of my heart and the pulse at my throat.

he is wine, he is stardust and lipstick stains on white sheets, a stray tear and an angry word.

I want iron, but I have wine.