i’d began to mourn a part of me,
a part of me that had decayed for so long
revived in spite but never to stay
destined to die for much longer.
then there was him.
a boy who had as
much love to give as i
and finally that part of me was alive.
the hole began to fill,
blood formed
skin healed.
left only a scar on skin he would kiss.
a kiss with a meaning,
a kiss without sin.
as for once a touch made me feel holy.
and the touch came from a boy so pure,
skin like satin and the presence of angels
my saving grace.
dug up my grave crawled inside
and told me i’d be окау.