[Adonis]

Her hand tightened around mine as we approached the station
A grey feeling rushed over the car with an emptying sensation
Thoma works seldom, but when she does, she’s gone for a few years
Leaving the bottle and I together; All alone, yet saying,“Cheers!”
We’ve been here before; survived, but nothing of which to boast
Fearing what’s next; we realize, what’s best isn’t always what you want most
For years our bond was one that just couldn’t be dulled
Until that is, this ride down this road in the prickliest cold
Each second is eternal, her breath blocking out white noise
Her pursed lips caught my eyes, I stare on amazed
My heart’s beating my chest, Oxygen leaves me in haste
Saying goodbye’s never fun, now imagine not being certain of a return
The real fatigues in my soul, it’s the worrying and wishing that spurns
How could this gentle being produce death with the tips of each hand?
How can two eyes as soft as those watch a bullet enter a man?
She just can’t be contained, she’s angelic and bane
Wild yet tame, silent but “POPS!” off in a brain
Sniping looks at the world, she sees it as truth
It’s kill or be killed, shoot or become fuel for the roots
So I thank my spouse for being a protector of you
My Xena, my warrior, my wife; a Colonel of youths