what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
but
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms
indistinguishable

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists

Even the bad ones are good-
they remind me of how poorly
reality measures up.

And the coffee was cold
so was He

Be like,
Persephone,
Walk into darkness with flowers as your shield.

Be like,
Aphrodite,
Grant your loyalty to nature.

Be like,
Icarus,
Dare to touch the skies.

Be like,
Achilles,
Always remember your duty.

"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
code.