the blazing sky above became the whole world
We settled into dusty intertwining patterns on the floor.
Afterwards, you asked of me Why Is It So Dark Here?
I had no answer, instead
I placed my thumb in it's little bed: the place on your neck between your collar bones where
Your pulse jumps up to kiss me again and again.
thoroughly, we rested; until we were wrested
Awake by some strange light, La Luz
Holding us in her palms.
I'm Blinded, you said, Help Me Love
But I was blinded long ago by you, and I could be of no help whatsoever
And during your unseeingness, a stranger thing came about, stranger than the light
We reached around until we found each other like fate, like twisty diamond rattlesnakes
And rolled up in the dust, the ***** solid ground
We found salvation in our blindness
When we could see again, our love, our need became solidified.
So then light is not an answer to darkness, but the question that precedes it.