He touched my body like he touched my soul
Like he knew that I'd been broken
And he knew it wasn't his job to fix me
But maybe, if he loved me enough,
He could show me how.
He could show me how to walk through my heart
And explore each ventricle
Look around an aorta
And see what there was to see.
He could show me each lump on my body
And tell me how it was war torn
How each little fat cell and stray hair
Told a story.
He could feed me pepper steak
And I would know that it wasn't to feed my body
But to fill my soul
And that was worth feeding.
The smell of garlic in the kitchen
And fresh bread on my plate
And dancing on the tiles
Felt like coming home
Not because I needed one
But because I could have one
Of my own
I created a body
Because I was worth it.
Because it was safe to.
Because in this adventure in my heart
No one would attack it.
No one would break it down.