She had a lover who was cold, she had a love who loved her flesh
but did not love her whole.
She had a lover incomplete-
lost and tireless empty wanderings.
Had a lover who filled and stroked her, shielded her face,
then left her squinting curbside, splayed.
She had a lover tender and gripping who dove into her eyes
and never rose for air.
Had a lover who
leaned into her ribs, listened and cracked
the code of her thumping chest,
made a map of fingerprints
to find her way back.
She had a love who made a home of her heart, who with each rise
gently pried loose her lips and let her breath.