In the dark,
shivering in the aftermath of
loss, your hand is a prayer against the
small of my back. spine
bones unclenching and releasing
heat for all the tension held
in my throat and eyes.
Tighter than sun-singed skin
and quaking down to my vertebrae,
you pull the threads of my muscle
so my lungs feel like they can
c o n t r a c t.
without collapsing like so much
empty tissue dissolving in
the oceanic tremors of my
a space of gravity and release,
feels through my shudders,
a plea to come home.
touch your veins teeming with life,
reminding me of the one I have still to
I have still to live.