My Harbor

I was face down in the mud when you came,

Your arms felt so solid when you lifted me.

"honey, I can't keep doing this."

Your brows were sewn together,

I was submerged in my debility,

My body limp and shaking.

"I know." and my smile was down turned, trembling.

"You have to take your pills."

Your cool voice, the ointment to my wounds.

"You know I can't."

"You have to try. For me."

I felt the tears falling from your cheeks,

Their weight, detonating on my forehead.

The rage harbored in your love,

The perturbation settling slowly, deeply,

My silence stirred the unease.

"You can't keep doing this to me."

Limp to your chest, you carried us.

Inside, where warmth erupted on my skin,

"I can't," my voice a hair of a whisper,

your curse was a wrestle of air.

"last time I tried I..."

"I know. I know. But we can be more careful next time."

through the throb, I felt a beat

my empty womb, still the sting

wincing, I shrugged

"We can have all those things. You just have to believe you can."

Your voice a crackle of fire in the the dark,

You were reading my heart,

thinking you could clean the stains,

the mess I made.

You took the stairs one at a time,

Upward and moving, us,

Your strides secure, stalwart.

"maybe."

My body dragging on upon you

The gnawing was so tender this time.

The world within my eyes,

Wanting, waiting to look into the deepest corners of you,

To tell you, "okay, anything for you."

But the words were unspoken

Instead,

"I love you."

"I love you, too."