Sanctify

And what of the many layers in his eyes? Of the oceans and the grasslands and the glaciers of his iris? Of the iris of his soul?

Start there, the place where I am bound to him by the lines that smile at the corners of his eyes. The windows to my home; time only a myth.

Then take me to that place where my body is not my body. Where his body is my body, and my body is his. Where we live within the same skin. Where his blood runs through the sacred places of my soul.

And what of his hands? Of the strength in his fingers and the thick veins that climb mountains. Show me how it is that he can change the world with his touch. Where his hands heal and support and uplift. Where they take me to such great heights.

And his voice; a nebula. His words; stars. And they dance around as they bounce between the empty spaces of my heart. In their place, galaxies and life are created as his atoms crash into mine; a force of nature. Inseparable.

And perhaps the most beautiful are his choices. Because he chooses to stay, when he could run. He chooses patience instead of anger. He chooses humility over pride. He chooses me when he is free to roam elsewhere. He chooses me.

And this choice is the waterfall that strips me of all my poison. It rips away the pain I held onto, the pain I wore as a shield and a deterrent.

And no longer is this a story of a “him”. A “him” that is separate from me. A “him” that wavers. It is a story of us; of a love that was created, a love uniquely ours. A sacred thing we share.

And if forever is composed of nows 

Then death has been defeated by love

And he and I are sanctified in it