A tulip, red and white, like your flag, your home.
I pin it carefully to your well worn jacket, as if
Pinning a medal on a heroic soldier who showed
Such great valor and bravery. You did, in a different
Kind of battle, a different kind of war.
You kiss my cheek, and curl your fingers in my hair.
An armistice has been reached, and tonight, right now
The cannons of demons, the mines of intrusive thoughts,
the napalm raids compulsion and vicious thoughts,
are stilled, and you are just a young woman, in love.
We walk hand in hand under garish neon, rich smells
Of food stalls, the loud noises of traffic and music,
And the rumble of commuter trains, just enjoying
This each other’s company, a soldier on leave
That the meds and love can only keep you for so long.
The war never ends. It all fades for a few moments.
A few days, a night or two. The war goes on and on.
But you fight on, and I hold you near and wash the blood
Of your broken thoughts with my tears, and soothe with
The softest of kisses, until you can return on leave again.