When I love I become
an electric blanket
hand warm hug generator
I become an open space
for your voice to echo.
My amphitheater heart
is a hype man
which gives amplified heart beat heat
to hands that are always so cold
and I love being the body
that helps keep somebody else warm,
the one that helps you hear every
beautiful thing about yourself
because I know how quiet
the mirror and society’s absurd standards
can make us out to be.
When we first met,
I held your hands in dance and
coaxed my open melody voice
to ask you to coffee.
We talked about our pasts
exchanged stories of survival
and holding space. You said
you had always seen me
and loved






