love hurts

I remember years ago standing in your living room, the view of the mountain black outside.

I was broken then, and work done, I told you something of the pain and desolation.

We stood, the two of us bright inside the electric light, and with your eyes I saw
how much more delicate, fragile, gentle and lovely I was
than I had ever imagined.

And now? I have fallen, lost my fear, found something beautiful in the bruising.