you are warm light
breaking darkness into pieces
pushing through
illuminating like a goddess
you have taken
many sheets of blackness
and formed shards
of piercing hope
the tiger has clawed me
in the cage
but you have bathed and
tended my wounds
these are drunken words
I know
some foolish gibberish
written upon the tilt
of the glass bottle
but what can I do when
alone and drinking and
counting my scars
other than become mournful
without you?
Sunlight is your motif
You pour it over me
You are sunlight in motion
You are so good for me
You don’t know how this feels
You kick away my darkness
Make me shine again
I breathe in your black hair
The ravens splintered wings
My fingers run through
Your voracious rivers
You move around me
Engulfing and swallowing
My being
You have moved from the edges
Into the centre of me
Become the very core
The beating heart
Of me
That once was stilled
and closed down to a
bloodless drip