and my heart,
I swear to you,
it was floating.

my entire body
was feeling suspended
as you kept the strings of my soul,
moving them, rotating them

with that gentleness
and sweetness.
You kept my heart
in your soft, cold hands

just like a flower
when it falls into the flowing water
of a wild stream;
it remains afloat

and water carries it
gently, softly,
treats it as it needs to be treated,
as if it knew that flowers
are such delicate beings.

You knew, love,
how delicate I was,
for you kept me,
being careful not to flatten me.

And slowly,
you healed me,
you tore off my scars,
my broken petals

and you made me live
again.