Dedication Comes Home

What keeps my heart gentle
and my spirit alive,
is not the thorns I've walked through,
neither the darkness of the night.


I have been loved.
On a cellular level.
An imprint to my veins,
my soul has your tattoo on.


And I thank you,
with words you'll never hear.
In an odour you often smell whilst lucid dreaming.
With a touch that heals you every single day.
With a warmth throughout your abdominal. Your chicken soup and your passion, beloved one.
In the sweetness of your eyes reflecting on leaves and mud.


I have loved you back. Deeply. Through someone else. Do you feel it?