She Comes

She comes

to him, an angel

in blushing floral

and stardust — 

milky moons

in her eyes,

the cosmos

trailing behind

her softness

as she closes

the distance

between

them.

She comes

to him, a star

sparkling

inside

his sensual

light, his secret

twilight — 

the place

where pain

would not

cut him

loose.

This is where

she plants

her roots,

climbing

like ivy

up his body

until he is covered

in celestial

dreams.

This 

is where

her silver 

whisper

sews

his torn

seams,

each kiss

another stitch

to bridge his belief

with hers,

until his grief

is no longer

an anchor

pulling

the water

in its wake.

This

is where

she soothes

his tender 

ache.

She sparkles

inside

his shadowed

night

until he 

is no longer 

afraid

to shine

his light.

She comes

to him, her heart

a fluttering 

wing

waiting

for a reason

to fly.

And he doesn’t know

it is only his own

broken love

that makes her

come alive;

He doesn’t know

it is only his own

golden

love

that delivers her

the sky.