In the most quiet
innermost of myself,
where I still get cut
from the broken glass
that got stowed away,
I anticipated more trouble
when I met you;
the kind that first enlivens
with a short-lived joy
then gradually turns into
something part of you
wants to push away.
It was curiosity, an unknown urge
that sparked me to show up,
when you found me
in the least imaginable of places
when I had stopped
looking for an other,
and rather started
looking for myself again.
I resisted you
with all the common sense I could muster,
but you kept insisting on
having me,
opening me up,
pushing on the walls
of my innermost spaces
again and again;
until all the broken glass
had been cleared
until there was no longer
anywhere for me
to run and hide.
And in that moment,
you and me,
skin to skin,
all senses entwined
against all reason
immersed completely
in rapture,
my heart remembered
its true purpose
to be free
and open to play again;
to love with abandon.
Nya G Fleron, March 2020