Loving from There to here, a contrast in touch!

Iron Fist

Hanging next to the door with easy access

Swift motion grabs a yardstick

Meant for legs so thin and frail

Each sting of its swing

Future numbness creating a practice

Wrapping wounds not owned

An Index and a standard

Memorized 

Setting a stage for courage

Years of submission

Years of letting go

Tethered and torn

Still cloaked in her strength

Never broken

Resilience held in excess

Breaking the glue

Each layer met

Speaking without memory

Iron Fist lives in my soul

Words rule in a clenched hand.

New and Welcomed

Power grasps and slides from ribs to hip

Slowly gripping, hips awaken

Arms rest as shoulders beckon

One sweet kiss rests on a bearded cheek

Lips brushed and bruised

Nothing more, Nothing less

This what we had.