The People Who Would Hurt You

when an old love returns and your brain is resisting but your body is saying yes yes yes over and over again.

I don’t know how to hate you

How to resist your touch or push your mouth away

when you come in close

the way you do

mouth open like a jar of mead,

ready to give me a taste, to fill me up

My mother never taught me how to hate those

Who would gladly slit my throat

To fill their goblets

I am the foolish queen

of sparta,

Every gate inside me opens

And swells

And softens to cream

 to welcome you

To tuck you in deeper

to wrap you up tight and warm you up

Every part of me invites you in

Hollows out to make space when there isn’t any

There’s not a place in me

You couldn’t call home.