I wasn't sure of
those words, that holy
trinity pressed to give back,
until your heart stuttered systolic.
Contracted, you underplayed every line as
I fought, undervalued, omitted and flat-lined
that singular skip your two-******, beated rhythm
warning beacon, red-flashing, blaring signal flared sign
granted every second second of each stolen time, when those
planets and these stars became so fiercely yet finitely aligned,
yes, I understand now, as we lay entwined, cyclic, chest
deep, life-defying leap, gasp of breath, wake from
sleep, it is this that I seek, sunlight unconfined
crushing breath divine, beat of two, separate
singular, unexpected yet still
defined in-kind, of your
continuation bringing
life back to mine.