A revelation: that I can feel this way again.
That the dullness and the fog could give way to something so shining with life.
I thought this part of me had died with my old life
I re emerged from the edge of death with a coldness in my bones
But what I needed was your words, and all the sounds that your mouth makes
The way your eyes track each movement of my limbs, the way you see each twitch and tremble until you catch the rhythm.
You cup my pulse in your hands and blow your sweet breath on it until the pace quickens
And I bloom out from within the container of your chest.
Somewhere I already knew how to blossom.
What I needed was a steady hand to hold my soil.