Heroine

Heroine        
       
Ragged souls seated around room        
Seeking solace from storm lashed lives        
Woman conducts orchestra of therapy        
Her soft curves and smile        
Soothes tempest tossed madmen        
In the quiet presage of session        
She sits gazing in contemplative beauty        
Her sage words play the piano of our hearts        
“Women and men are made differently.        
To deny that is to deny the truth.”        
       
Calm sea of communing        
Threatened by tidal surge        
Of former prison inmate        
Whose stories about serving last suppers    
To prisoners on death row        
Are spoken from a heart of maim never mended        
That finds him spooked by patient’s eyes        
As he rises from chair like a wrathful deity        
Slips jacket off prepared to smite        
       
Petite therapist arises
Like a tropic storm
She gathers strength for a feminine foray         
Pinions man with fingers to neck        
Other hand presses womanly energy into his back        
His eyes glaze, jaw goes slack
She soothes his testosterone addled psychosis        
Like water that penetrates stone        
Her softness melts his granite muscles
And she escorts him gently but firmly        
Out the door