A new working, tell what you think?

Forgiving eyes.

Hard and black his hands are grasping,

A throat now bound and bruised no air,

Pushing inward with force no direction,

An outside look of empathy all fair.

Rubbing and tired against flesh now pink,

Blood rising to cool and heated skin,

Raw and imbalanced thighs for standing,

A frail body once plump now thin.

RRelease and pity flow as one,

the eyes lock in fear and near an end,

Away and falling deep and hard,

a look of sorrow from a fearful husband.