The Blood & The Bones

you see softness in me

but I ask not to be expected
to want merciful and tender
when I have only known stone
I need touch as rough
as every battle
I have fought and won
I want a fire to rage within
I need to feel it in my bones

love me now with intensity
with hard thrusts and hands
that know how to never let things go

you may give me the love
that does not cut
that weeps in pale and lenient tones
when I am dead and gone

the blood
& the bones

I will drown in softness. Gentle is so unfamiliar to someone who has fought for every drop of love she’s ever squeezed out of stone.
I must have what hurts for it is the only thing that holds me in ways that I know