Reduced to ruins,
I yearned for a reason to rebuild.
But the paste always turned putty
until I saw you projected on the plasma.
Heartbreak to heartbeats,
bruises to bellybuttons,
Malevolence turned maternal.
Every time I see your indigo islands,
I am reminded of the path taken to you-
And how I'd choose you again and again.
As I lie awake at night,
tending to aching hips and tender breasts,
I feel whole.