How did you enter?

Was it your syllables

Spilling between

My reciprocating hands?


Was it the first glance

The copious black

Of my smitten soul

Unwrapping your design?


Was it in the collapse of our lips

Or the mutation of our limbs?


Was it the divesting of muses

Born in equal measure

Astonishment and horror?


How is it that I resided

In your absence?

For living had not yet began

“Hello Love”

I know without knowing

That we are intended


It’s not the scars

That make me human

It’s the ability to persist

Despite crippling pain

And it’s to you I owe

Life ever since