domestic silence

she says let's make
it a non cut weekend.
no bloodied noses,
or bruises, no wrists
bent and tied,
burnt by being
strung against
the iron bed post.
no cops at the window,
no black eyes.
no harsh words, or
sighs. let's get
along for once
and have the night
end with smiles,
sweet kisses,
not cold silence,
or the slamming
of a door, cursing
as one of us leaves
the room to cry.