Do You Care to Stay?
That honeysuckle smell I will always love
Threads in my hair between your hands.
Soft, heady but waiting for me to notice,
The flowers you weave around my wrists
Are feather-light, Chains I could break
If I wished.
You are so polite, well-mannered, demure,
Draping your smells and touches over me.
If I choose, you will gracefully cease.
Without harshness or wrath, you would leave
And every trace would remove itself from me.
If I wished.
You could vanish from my life, from life.
You could be the beast under the bed,
Fading into dust bunnies.
No cry for survival, no protest, you promise.
Not even a soft sound of a wounded child.
To keep my conscience clean, you promise to
Go.
Threads in my hair between your hands.
Soft, heady but waiting for me to notice,
The flowers you weave around my wrists
Are feather-light, Chains I could break
If I wished.
You are so polite, well-mannered, demure,
Draping your smells and touches over me.
If I choose, you will gracefully cease.
Without harshness or wrath, you would leave
And every trace would remove itself from me.
If I wished.
You could vanish from my life, from life.
You could be the beast under the bed,
Fading into dust bunnies.
No cry for survival, no protest, you promise.
Not even a soft sound of a wounded child.
To keep my conscience clean, you promise to
Go.