Mother, he touches me as if I am
the silver over which he rules.
Mother, he stares at me as if I am
more fearsome than all the creatures
in his kingdom.
Mother, he worships me as if I am the
only goddess he knows.
Mother, he holds me as if I am fragile
but kisses me as if I am stronger than
Mother, his eyes are precious stones
I fear they’re worth more than all my
Mother, his rare smile shines brighter
than Apollo’s sun.
Mother, he tells me I am a queen and
places a crown of flowers and iron and
bones upon my head.
Mother, his laughter is water and I am
the thirstiest I have ever been.
Mother, his touch is golden and I am
Mother, his anger shakes our kingdom
whole and thrills my very bones.
Mother, he tells me rage is natural and
takes me to his Fields of Punishment to
scream it away.
Mother, he’s shown me even the dead
can bleed and given me control of
Mother, he’s watched me rip limbs from
the dead and kissed the blood from my
fingers and still found me beautiful.
Mother, his skin is ice and I am melting it.
Mother, he is a maze and I have lost
myself in him.