There is no other presence quite like hers, all others fade into the background.
She’s a warm ray of light
on a cold winter’s night.
To be sure, she is my life line;
pulling me up when I’ve hit rock bottom, even when it is she who pushed me over the edge.
But who else could do such a thing
when it is only she
I let get that close to even reach
the deepest part of me?
It’s no wonder I bleed at the expense of her touch.
Upon death I find her there, lips pressed against mine; she breathes new life into me.