Air

The past curls around my bones, like ivy, it grips my lungs and
makes me gasp for breath.
Then my day dawns on me. He fills me with light and calm. My teacher,
my lover.
My sleep is bitty as he prizes his way past my eyes and into my head
where he dances. Clearing my insides of those words that hurt me, that
lie cluttered up together like a fence around my heart.
He's breathing life into me again.