Some days he visits me and he is so tender. His lips and fingers brush mine softly. Caressing, lingering, playing with my hair. And I long to stay, to be endlessly touched this way. But his voice whispers “It’s time to go”, As he blows me one last kiss.

Some nights he returns late. He batters my windows and doors. Angry. Demanding to be let in. I hide while he rages outside. Threatening to break my windows, Destroy the walls, or take off the roof In his desire to embrace me.

Bored with his progress, I hear him leave. Seeking another conquest? I sigh as I realise He still lies by my side. Still now. Still with me. Sleeping, soundly and soundless, And I wonder how he will move me tomorrow.