Scarr'd Love

Your fear, my love, is drowning your desire

I can sense it

I know it of old

Like a childhood friend

Nostalgia has buried within our play that it was an escape from torment elsewhere

But we are not children any longer

We've met our abusers to face

and called them

by name

The scars still linger

The fear still washes cold

through our gut

But come play with me, my love

No flood of nostalgia;

only the tumbling raucous

brook'd truth

of our love