these means of survival
with you
are means of
fruition

what was once
a battle cry
is now
a song and dance.

my heart is buoyant
in my chest

you look in my eyes
smile calmly
gently

you hold my hands
tight enough so that
i don't disappear again,
tight enough to remind me
i am safe here.

your head between my thighs
you **** the poison from
the wound

little by little
i feel whole again.

i am
yours entirely.