You over there

in broken niche,

you climbed into

my heart

planted a seed

multi-faceted

ringed with gold.

You talked to me

of angel’s wings

we cross examined

the data

found it prurient.

We walk into

the dark

I have a candle

you light a match

heart beat glow.

You tremble

in my hand

fragile like

a swallow’s breath

we cross continents

searching heat

a scorching sun

where cricket’s sing:

mouth to mouth

resuscitation

happens slowly.

I hold your life

in my palm

A pulsing

revolution.

Poetry