O Terrifying Empty Love, I have bared my heart to Your pistol (Every bullet tears a hole to let the light in).
Shivering, I move slowly into vast white aching space and uncurl my raw thin fingers (so weak from all their grasping) just far enough to accept Your lips against my palm.
Your eyes are kind, and These bandages you carry are drenched in music, warm with light. I'd forgotten how soft Your hands are.
Tears drench us both - Sweet sympathy. You wrap me in a blanket woven from What Remains. The Spark of What Will Be Keeps me warm, and I am drowsing.
When I have slept, Carry me on a bed of earth and feathers to Your kitchen - Teach me to make breakfast from my gratitude.