when someone
pours
their warmth
their breath
their soul
down your throat
when you feel it
heat your core

it strikes you
hard
it disintegrates you
rough

see when it seeps
into those open wounds
that cover us
all
you are forced
to understand:
the difference between a lover’s touch
and a liar’s violence

no thing can compare
to the quiet heavy sadness
that fills you when you realise
with what care
you are being held
when the only ones that have
held you before
held you imprisoned in their games
their needs their wants their
obsession

no thing can compare
to the silent strength
that slowly awakens
the calm vibrations
of a heart being reborn.

KH