The Leash and the Flame
Doctrine of Safety
No woman can feel true safety
with a man lost in clouds.
His softness is absence,
his peace is a hollow shell.
Her body senses no fire to trust,
no weight to lean into.
No woman can feel true safety
with a man who is only beast.
His chaos is uncontained,
his hunger is without aim.
Her body tenses,
guarding against the storm.
Safety is not words.
Safety is not play-acting calm.
Safety is the paradox embodied:
the beast alive,
the sovereign present.
The flame burns,
but the leash holds.
Strength that can erupt,
but chooses restraint.
This is what her biology knows.
This is what lets her body open.
Safety is the union of chaos and command.
Safety is the Emperor’s field.
