When I think of life, it will be now that I desire to keep,
this box of jewels.
You have reminded me
my breath is real, my hands sustain,
they heal me to return to selves I did not know.

I am more selves than lived before.
Warm light upon my skin becomes
the only day of sun to offer what we risk, we seek.

There is no deficit, no rule, no sway, no break.

You are my only mood,
my crystal sense of hearing,
my endowment,
my retreat.

I live to you, my sweet,
I tremble near the thought,
I sentence all the lines
to draw myself to you.