It’s a choice I will make a thousand times
every day afresh, the pull and push,
can I turn to the care
to the love that is staring back?
You are free to leave
find another pulse to crave your heartbeat
but I did not brave World War Three
for an amputation, aborting possibilities
from the spirit glowing inside of me.
Let me treat you to a lifetime
of the softest words, sprinkled over skin,
I will patiently saturate each layer,
wait here till every drop soaks in.