Moonlight Sonata for a Battered Bird

groans in the night

the wailing in the dark

kept me up all night

my hair was dishevelled 

as i tore off your clothes

skulls to the floor

you were weeping as i

held your body close

frail as a mineral

and you broke

my eyes were wide as i followed

my fingers along the pathways

in your skin

you wept because of him

i swept the hair from your face 

your eyes were clear

and i did not kiss you

'no, not here'

so we left

we took to the streets, your tears

still falling

i grasped your hand

afraid you might fall

fall back 

and never return at all

so i held you tight

and we ran into the night 

to find you were still alone

and i kissed you for a time

and held you, as if you were mine

as if you were mine

and i traced my fingers 

inside the pathways of your skin

and you opened the door to let me in

there was only darkness, 

not light to be seen

my eyes adjusted slowly

i made my way through the black

and found you crumpled on the floor

you muffled a word

i placed my hands across your eyes, 

and you caressed my fingertips,

ever so gently

i had never seen such a broken bird

'i will love you here and now'

i said strong, my voice unwavering

as a tear rolled down my cheek

and even in the dark

and even with your body torn and bloodied 

and your mind come back from a storm

i will hold you

and i will dream of a moonlight sonata.