Cleansed Slate

Your head rests on my arm

You find yourself most comfortable here

Even if your causing numbness in that appendage

No matter. For you are at peace

Your back to my chest

You willingly accept my calming embrace

It’s astounding how well your body contours mine

Similar to a bonding of two-like elements

Your body, so soft, so warm

I adjust the sheet, your shoulder exposed

I have to kiss it

My lips only slightly delayed by the barrier of perspiration

The intermingled natural coolant produced by us both

The laid over remnants of a union long overdue

Remnants of two beings in their conjugal prime

My passionately slow display of affection commands you to smile

However it is not your typical garden variety standard

It is a smile that commemorates a recent pleasant recollection

Of our evening of consummation…………

…………Of our evening of consummations

And look at that smile of yours

Makes me feel good deep inside

This speaks of your trust in me

For you are now mine, as I am yours

You’ve allowed yourself to be extremely vulnerable

For you know I got you

And that I could never harm you

Or hurt you, or cause you to scream out

……..Well not the bad screams

And you know bruises from me you shall never receive

….Well……not the anger bruises

Not like the one on your right cheek

One of his many gifts I guess

Dwell o n this no more

For you now share my bed

Revel in the knowledge that you’ll no longer have to worry

About when the next hemorrhage triggering gift shall befall you

Because it never shall again, so long as I draw breath

For I’ll not have a single cell harmed on my woman

Not to say that I own you

But I have left my mark on you

Not just in the figurative sense either

You see it is not his you are laying in

Nor is it his teeth marks imprinted between you upper middle thighs

His back is not the one still riddled with chips of your broken nails

Nor is it his neck and shoulders

That were bitten down and screamed into

…..Hard

Which makes me almost 100% certain he will not be feeling

Any of this come daybreak

Nooooooooo.

He would rather catch you in the jaw to prove his point.

He would rather accuse you of cheating.

Projecting his guilt unto you

His words, forever untrue

Shameful

His loss

My resurrected opportunity

But lets not even think of him

I am focused on the task that has lain before me

To teach you that with me you have carte blanche

To feel well…anything

As I gently nudge your chin to turn your head

So that our eyes can have a conversation

I listen to all they have to say

And you know what

I wholly concur

That inferno you had to endure all of these years

Was leaving you cold

You found a new flame, or rather you’ve become reacquainted

With the one you thought long dead

In your eyes I can see that within mine you see

All the kindling needed to get a proper flame brewing

And baby let me tell you something

While I am no cub scout, I certainly know how to stoke your flame

So that it burns long after my song ends

See the power I possess?

I am the ambrosia for your soul

Your perennial equal

…So tell my baby?

How does true liberation feel?

You can answer me come daybreak

As of right now, I am content to listen to you snore.

Wow you can snore!

Douglas S. Williams

note: not to anyone specific