Renovation Words

He speaks
of love
some
eternal 
creature
reaching 
across
time 
to consume
us 
He 
a quiet 
simple 
human 
who in 
months
has somehow 
undone
brick 
by 
brick 
my
decades
of debris
concrete
solid 
structures
towering
walls
falling
free
in relief
at his feet
leaving 
me in awe
in lieu
of speech
He 
an engineer
building 
bridges 
out of the 
broken 
pieces 
of my heart
to guide me
across the stars
to carry me 
when the 
journey 
is hard
and I 
spill
tears
plead fears
and he hears
the truth 
in my cries
and he fashions
new words
new pages
blank
for new 
stages
new stories
now only 
written 
in a sweet 
soft language
soothing
replacing 
the anguish 
the ache 
the pain 
and offering 
a magic 
in its place
a quiet divination
coaxed  
gently from the earth
roots 
planted 
patiently making 
me question
my urge 
to flee
to be somewhere
other than this
in arms
other than his
He speaks 
of this 
building me 
a place to live
nestled 
in the quiet forest
of his heart
safe in the light
of the stars
He hangs
to make 
me smile 
He sits 
and waits
and stays
so still 
so my wild
feral heart 
feels peace
feels calm
feels him 
every time 
He speaks
his voice 
a balm
to my torn
and tattered 
soul 
He mends
stitch by stitch
and slowly
makes
me whole
He speaks
of love
some 
primordial 
force
and I concede
I bend 
I am 
of the belief 
maybe it waits
to joins us
together 
pressed
hard
till entropy 
makes us
a glittering haze
of stars
he speaks
of love
some 
eternal 
creature 
reaching 
across time
to heal me 
to change 
my wariness 
and I 
am maybe 
ready 
to let him 
call me 
his

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