I held in my mind a soft vision
Of fireplaces and political talk
Of wine and white cotton
Of gentle hands and understanding
Of escape and a saviour
Of independance and co-dependance at once
Of honey and color and sweetness

I hold in my hand a hard truth
Of silence and short fuses
Of tears and frustration
Of walking on eggshells
Of a cage and cabin fever
Of complicated simplicity
Of steel and bruises and cold white light

I hold in my arms a mercurial man
Of strange past and grudges
Of darkness and warmth
Of divided polarities
Of needs gone unspoken
Of fast cars and women
Of blood and stone and deep running water