With This Love
Is it fear
that turns your touch
against me?
Your need sends
my love scrabbling
across the floor
back against
the wall, quivering,
battered child,
your love
an upraised arm
against me.
With this love
I will hurt you
for your need.
Is it fear
that turns your touch
against me?
Your need sends
my love scrabbling
across the floor
back against
the wall, quivering,
battered child,
your love
an upraised arm
against me.
With this love
I will hurt you
for your need.