more than coincidence

my love had brought me here,

he had no concern for my

empty pockets. he saw the

beauty beyond my flesh

that hung from my bones.

he spent time peering into

my hazel eyes that had long

turned gray. my well-honed

heart had left him bleeding

though he never wept. he

celebrated his scars in a

pious right of passage. he

had rescued me from the

deepest of waters. with

grace he had picked me up

when i  stumbled over

the cracks of my spirit.

he gave passionate kisses

to the wounds of my

anguish. his wisdom

grew in an uncultivated

wild. he spoke to me as

if i was the moon and he

sang to me with the stars.

my love had brought me

here. he had no interest

that my boots were worn,

or that my hands were

soiled. i will only rest

wrapped in the wings of

this angel.

 

 

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