He stands under the incandescent yellow warm glow of the solitary bulb in the room.
Naked,
head bowed,
the scars indistinguishable,
Vulnerable,
his right hand across his torso,
the left resting on his chiselled shoulder,
fighting to save the vestiges of his dignity
She stood and watched,
her eyes,
a passage into his soul,
the unmistakable ember of dying love,
smouldering,
the fleeting light and warmth,
keeping his soul warm
safe from frostbite
His fragility,
his vulnerability,
drew her closer,
close enough to run her fingers along his arm,
stirring him enough to look up.
His face puffy,
Eyes red and swollen,
he never wanted her to see him like this.
In those red and swollen eyes,
she fell into a portal,
falling right at the core of his being,
raw, afraid, frail,
she saw him naked,
and in that moment,
in that epoch,
they became one
Fanning the smouldering ember,
he remembered what it was to be in love,
she touched him in ways new to him,
and in the new he found home,
a home for his wandering heart.
He found safety in his skin,
naked and afraid he found Uchi.
