you counted the times my paper thin chest rose and fell.
you traced the valleys with your fingertips.
you watched my ink black blood paint scenes across the room.
you danced to the echoes that escaped from my lips.
you colored me with the blue you stole from the sea.
your touch turned me.
your breath flooded me.
your voice deafened me.

and I will hope for you at the highest peak of every mountain.
and the darkest depth of every sea.