He grabbed me and pushed me against the wall. It wasn’t aggressive. It was firm. Thought out fully in a half a second. The way you make a decision to change your life. It’s not dramatic. You just do it.
Scorched by the heat of his breath, I felt mine deepen into my body. Realizing all of me, had been invited.
I think of him sometimes.
And how our lovers remind us of the edge. They ask us to relax into the spaces between life and death. To understand freedom.
I exhaled, with his hand around my neck.
Sensing my safety on a primal level.
Like a cub grabbed by the scruff.
I think of this sometimes. When life has me pinned.
That being restrained is not always violence.
Sometimes it is simply