Medusa

You are no more than a meaty center, a
block of electricity at the core of me.

You've been a foe; freezing
up and changing me to winter.

Internal Medusa, you have
turned me to stone.

But, my bloody, beating drum, it is you
that conceives the hammering, the dull
ache of all my nerves suddenly exposed
to a well-turned phrase or a gentle
show of kindness...

This is what I cannot live without.