I will unbutton your anger
until i reach its softness
and make love to each flaming inch
I will kiss your oceans on a full, throbbing moon,
dig my toes into the sand and
try not to be blown away by the high tide
in your lungs,
I will stay.
I will pull you back before your footsteps
turn to footprints and
I will flutter aplogies into your collarbone
until the thrashing in your chest subsides.
I will sing you lullabies
and try to understand the screams
echoing down the corridors in your mind.
But I will not be the floor you walk on when you walk away
I will not apologies for wounds you slashed into my skin
When the salt water from my eyes trickles to your shores
I will fight everything about you that tells me I am small.
I love you.
And as that love grows
do not be fooled into thinking I have plucked it
from the orchards of love I am blossoming for myself
When you spit in my ocean and sail away
I will not ask for you back
You are welcome in my arms and in my heart
But I am not your welcome mat.