an expression of appreciation

they told me i could
never touch her;
she would cloud,
infect my mind-

her firey way of
rearranging how i look at
time.

they said her love
would burn a hole in
thoughts of living,
loving life-

acidic touch would
leave me down
and pierce me like a knife.

so

I told them I would
go and love her;
let her spark
ignite my heart-

and maybe she would
help me find
the meaning of my art.

I told them how
she held me firmly;
she tightened and I
felt our beating hearts-

I felt my
pulse defibrillate,
I felt my pulse restart.

She tapped me on the shoulder;
said she had to leave for now.

She told me I was something special.

She loved me and she helped me love myself.

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