I fell on you with my heart flailing
My sternum cracked in two to reveal a heart in the elements
Scored deeply with fork or knife, as if to season for a slow cook
So open it was drying in the breeze of the vast plain where I was.
I fell on you like a drop of water to the thirstiest mouth
With complete abandon and resolve,
To suck up everything you had with everything I had left.
You met me and we quenched each others thirst – my chest cavity gaping– pounding,
Yet swinging like a saloon door in a deserted town
I absorbed all you had through that mangled heart
Like a machine we powered on for hours morphing through each other until we were spent.
You filled all that was broken with your scent, your touch, your commands.
Liberated, I give up– give it over and just soar.
a cooling lightness of air announced the wetness of my chest
still present through my fast beating heart that
falling back to earth, seemed somehow complete.
You held me until I fell asleep on your chest
under the tender strokes of your strong hands through my dishevelled hair.
What was black was now filled with light.
When you left that day I was lost.
A little girl alone again.
We had surrendered… but only just.