You happened to me.
You were as deep down as I’ve ever been.
You were inside me like my pulse.

For you

If some greedy god
stole you away from me; if
the moon and her sun stole
away into the night; if our
love was plucked like a pear
from its tree —

I would burn down every
door to find you again. I would
tear through every layer of
hell, screaming with my mouth
full of light, and I would unhinge you
from your darkness, from your
wet, leaking
sorrow.

I would take you
back from the demons that had
clawed you so far into yourself
that you counted six feet
between your skin and your
bones. I would shred open my
flesh

so that you could see
what I hold inside of me;

to show you all the light
I had swallowed from your
love.

You happened to me.
You were as deep down as I’ve ever been.
You were inside me like my pulse.

But I do adore you — every part of you from heel to hair. Never will you shake me off, try as you may.