A desert, devoid of fruition
Barren, from years of neglect
Praying for rain.
Then you washed over me, and I bloomed.
Stifled and gasping for affection
Wanton for connection, but never satisfied
Drowning in desire.
You breathed into me, and I gasped devotion.
Lost, foraging for meaning, for purpose
A foreigner to love’s labors
Begging for solace.
Your star appeared to nurture me home.
Now, I am a mystery—even to myself
An enigma-filled mirror
Reflecting on who I was.
Thankful for the virtue you restored in me.