This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have
finally found you.