Strength Hurts

Your face of… everything.

Hands: plain strength. Your houseful of angels
       elbows and angles
       feet in their cases
       in all the wrong places
Your boot on my heart, squeezing out blood
       blood onto the page
       blood into the world
       blood all over the place
Your mouth on my throat, squeezing out songs
       songs into the air
       songs in the car
       songs into nowhere
Your hands in my hair, pulling me upright
       Get up! Stand up!
       It hurts but I do it.
       For you. For you.