The Yin and the Yang of Our Blood

She is the whites of your eyes that keeps a soldier from shooting

I am the pupil. I grow in darkness to make things more clear and I shrink in violent light to avoid going blind.

She skips in sync with the fireflies, an interruption of darkness that is fleeting but powerful

I fall in love with the anticipation between blinks as my blood fills the veins of the mystery.

She is the electricity heating your dendrites in a first kiss or after a job well done.

I am the warm hug you come home to after a long day.

She is the gentle night light in a small child’s room.

I am your eyelid when you’re not ready to see your first forest fire.

Her white smile is so bright, the walls of a hospital room feel like a familiar face

I am the humanity of a comforting touch when those white walls still don’t feel like home

She is the vitamin D your pigments soak up like sponges after a long winter in my shade

She is the first day of spring and I am the sun glasses you keep in the glovebox for days in July when the sun is just too fucking blinding to get anywhere you want to go

I am the sheets your sore body looks forward to sinking into at night but she is the sunrise that gets you out of bed

I am the the black rain your eyes cry when the make up doesn’t make up for anything at all

She is the warm towel the on swollen eyes and salty cheeks that the cloudy storms surrender to.

She is a new journal with pure pages.

I am black ink.

We are better together.