luminescent waters

 
I have wounds
unhealed...half healed...gaping
trying to triage in the shadows
where vision is diminished
left to follow blood trails
from the battlefield...
...back to injuries
it's draining

that's where I was found
you were inexplicably drawn
perhaps...
...to my copper-scented presence
like recognizing like
familiarity...but also dissimilar
somehow...
...it becomes illuminating

we both know...& agree
I do not fulfill you
you do not complete me
{I am an entire being}
nor do you fix my fractures
making no attempts to repair my damage
{that's a task only I can achieve}
gentle fingers used
when shrapnel was removed
not yours...
...but my own

& yet...&...yet...

it was your mouth...
anointing my scars
with tender kisses
you saturate me
rejuvenating
our energies merging
into a radiant living thing
creating light
allowing me to focus
honing in on my gashes
tending to them more fully
a precious cache of healing magic

there is no darkness so impenetrable
we cannot light our own way
healing lacerations & lesions
feeding each other our strength
no expectations
no restraint
pure luminosity
we are...against all odds
...& it is everything

your challice...my stream
pouring yourself into me
...until I'm overflowing
& I cradle this vessel
holding it to your lips
allowing you to drink
partake of the elixir
only we are able to create
we are symbiotic
I give what you need
the essence of you...
...blended with me