he held my hand
and he told me I was beautiful
he laid his frozen fragile hand
upon mine
allowing the melancholia
to crumble

he became my shelter
my safety,
my whole

he became my soundness,
my wisdom,
my home

and he came to guide my frame
causing my eyelids
to shut

and he told me we’d do this together

two taps
from a single silver spear
to each wrist was applied
he helped me
to make my truth
fade away