MyThrive

SURVIVOR
by Rick Silver
8-28-2010

What was it like
When love came to her
At last?

Sweetness in her bones,
Cool liquid inside her broken shell
And her heart knocking hard
From passion, not fear.
Her small animal uncurled,
Opening
To the insistent rhythm of their flesh.

The memory
Of one man’s cruel hand
Echoed for a moment.

But the bright leaf of her body
Turned from anger,
Swept by a tender current
Into the deepening dark
That enfolded her,
Lowered her,
Till she rested at last
In the still, fertile earth
Of his love.