Nicole Vacherot|

We found heart
—with my head in your hands
a cradle for a fragile pieces,
that make words disappear
when there have been actions
—that ached; I see you
seeing me, you and us,
wrapped in yesterdays
folded in today
—hidden from the morrow
We found heart —with my lips on your eyes
a wish to make anew,
all that was ugly
from these; our blue pools
—washing away our fears
with hope that springs,
like tears of forced parting
wild and torrent
—like us; as we are