Shhhhush

He, immovable boulder,

His tarantula like fingers in my hair,

He stood in my kitchen statuesque, serene or burning,

His love was honey,

Cloying nectar rendering immobility,

I couldn’t avert my gaze for all of infinity,

While running away, over my shoulder I sought him,

Protector, in rough and gentle ways I fought him,

There is no love like the love we give with a broken heart,

I restored myself unto him and he kept me from falling apart,

Scarlet snake slither and to the Earth return,

Scales fall from eyelids, dizzy violins, Heaven burns