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.