Hold Me

For me, this poem is about a woman who misses her past (almost abusive) relationship.

In the act of forgetting
my lips moaned your name,
and I remembered.

You reward ragged pain with kisses,
lips, like a mother’s, healing.
Suffering happily,
knowing the comfort you can bring.

I miss you like a childhood wound,
and ache for the battle prize –
earning a soothing touch, some time.
I cherish the webbing scars.

The touches of the present
are alien.

It’s not how it should be.
It wasn’t love.
But it was you

and it was good.

Author's Note

Any interpretation is welcome, and I am extremely grateful for constructive criticism.