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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