My love.

It’s a dull ache

In my chest

That opens my mouth, but

Restricts sound.

Hiding in your arms

From a world filled;

My spirit flutters back to life—

The cogs and gears

In my brain

Spin and crank once more

Like a well-oiled machine.

Life is breathed back into me

From you

The invisible man.

The indestructible

Nobody.

The tease.

The flaw

Which doesn’t exist.

My love.