plea

no more love
I am battered and bruised
not only was I nailed from behind, but I knelt for the blow
At this moment, love threatens like a baseball bat
or the back of a hand
and I know your giggle is healing me but I've heard that before
love always comes for me smiling and laughing
and patiently waits for me to be well before slamming my forehead through a glass door
of course the last thing I see is the reflection
of my own hand, gripping my hair.