She rolls over
Touches my torso with eyes closed
She reminds me then of the tulip
And I couldn’t tell you why,
But I trust her.

She moves with grace and ease
Convincing me to share something.
She tells me not to be quiet
But I still have trouble standing
When it’s light out.

I lick my dry lips as she leaves
I tell myself she won’t be back.
She comes back.
She stays.
She wants to.

After the blade met my chest
My demons went back to bed
It was light out every day after that
And my knees wobbled when I stood up
But she wouldn’t leave.

She found me one day,
Red in the face.
She gave me her breast
And I looked up at her.
She wasn’t leaving.


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