She Remained …
She remained. Like a yet poured wine,
Full bodied and unmasked
Always sulking in narratives
sitting with her soul intact.
Staring up at the darkling sky,
Her inhibitions pressed
Emotive waves came swift and spry,
And something fell from her chest.
Like the pour of the uncorked wine
her joy spilled. And she smiled,
bold and bright, as if all was fine
like she had beaten exile
Droning and mumbling her words
Her speech was like poetry
And while I made sense of her verbs
My soul cried openly
I wore her arms like a tee shirt
And she shielded my heart.
When it was ready to spill out
and it was tearing apart—
and it hurt, in her hands she kept it
the rivers of emotions,
so tired of flowing, so she held it
and gave it devotion—
She saw the fingerprints sunken
burrowed deeply inside
There she saw the bars of the dungeon
At which my demons preside.
But she held it, and nourished it,
And I held her, amazed
As all the demons perished with
the world, and she remained.