The humming of your breath on my thighs
The sinking of your soul on my mind
When you
Tell me
You were involved
You swear it was instigated
As you infiltrated your way through that old lady’s purse
And trod needlessly through her conscience
Where you and your mandem remain for the remainder
Of whatever is eternal to her
Why?
My body becomes stiff under your weight
Asking to be freed
Screaming, pleading, shaking my head of your truth tree
Why?
Were you poor enough?
I would have given you money
(and you know I don’t have much but I would roll it and bake it and stretch it until it was enough)
Did your mother need medicine?
I would have been at your door with a bag full of specimens; food, tablets, herbals, drugs, her injections...
Why?
Was it pressure or pain?
If the weight was too much to bare you could have lent it to me – I would gladly borrow it.
You cling to me, tell me the only thing you fear is having to read the look in my eyes after I see the man I have been laying down with has changed in a matter of moments
A few choice words and the visual components
Just...don’t...fit
I choked on your truths, they were so full and rich and heavenly and new to me
I thought I was giving my body, sharing my soul with a man of integrity
It hurts.
But I have to ask once last time...
Why?
And was it...pure desire to cause chaos and corruption?
I ask this last because I prayed to the others you might utter ‘yes’
But when I ask you why this final time
You break down,
I cradle you in my arms like a compassionate stranger unafraid to cup the head of the lost child in the supermarket
Your guilt fuses into me, you cry confusion into my freshly made sheets
You make them unclean
Yet...
And still
I love you stronger until the blackest of your pain fades into grey
