You are no longer here
gone to the wilderness of melancholy,
to the undergrowth of abusive love
where tiger claws are poisoned
with a craving for total submission.

I will not follow you there
where love is brutalised
and chained to basement walls,
where the sunlight of spring cannot reach
in the bleak dungeon of sick minds.

If you are able to release yourself
from the shackles of masochism
I will show you where
the nascent of the river love begins
and together we will see the birth of rainbows.