Rape & Love

I didn’t ask for my face to be scraped against his backseat.

I didn’t ask for my innocence to be raped out of me by sweaty hands that held my face down.

It took so much time to remember who I was after feeling the bruises on around my wrists and the sound of a fly being zipped up.

For many nights I laid in bed and cried saltine tears that fell lonesomely to the floor.

I awoke in the middle of the night to watch the moon kiss my pain upon my cheeks.

The silence of night accompanied with the echoing of nightingales was a symphony crescendoing to a beautiful pinnacle.

I dreamt of snakes, of waters that I dove into and risen from - sword held high.

I carried pain, but pain was merely a reminder that strength was a byproduct of the wounds that bled.

There came a time when I felt solitude hold my hand and pick me up from those shattered pieces of glass that I lie in - cut, bleeding and broken in two.

The loneliness of the night did not seem so despondent, and the illumination of the lunar god above me continued to kiss my weary head and lead me to shores unknown.

So, i wandered.

And I sat.

The vacancy of crocodile tears and sweat-laden bodies was a welcoming feeling.

I saw a face in the distance of what appeared to be someone lost in their own self.

Welcoming eyes, warm smile, and skin that smelled of warm herbs.

I sat next to the stranger that became a friend, whom became a companion; his eyes cut me in half as the sword cuts through delicate flesh.

This stranger touched my skin and my skin melted beneath his fingers.

Fear kept me from succumbing to the complexities laying dormant in his mind, but my heart knew that to deny such a creature would be denying my own breath.

And, in life’s ironic twist of fate, I allowed pleasure in company to override my senses.

I kissed lips that tasted of beer; those lips - the sweet taste of hops on my tongue - I could not resist.

Those days of regret, contempt, anger and loss - they failed to surface, for the hands of a seraph touched my fractured flesh.

I laid next to this seraph, and felt the softness if his hair as it glides through my fingers.

Love, it seemed, it had come back to me, and given me the time I had wasted.

C.D.C.