Relax?? (Untitled Poem)

"Relax..." She husks lighting soft fingertips down my arm. She uncoils my springloaded fingers, tries to get them to lay flat. Doesn't realize that a fist is natural to me.

As much as I claim non-violence, the preparation for violence
is natural to me.

Fantasy, she is unknown to violence. A variable belonging to closed eyes and kept secrets.

She, inhabitant of a parallel universe is a citizen of my dreams.
I am a citizen of reality.

This means I am a citizen of fists

My hands don't believe in relax.