Kintsugi

My sutures split from such a poorly mended heart
Lesions leaking poetry — Pulsing out in heavy spurts
“Lie there; My Art”
My blood laid bare for you
My heart
In these hand of yours
rough from all their workings,
I Am
Held: Feel how beautiful these broken things become;
Welded: Cracks and fractures sealed with Gold;
Melding: One heart now;
Unbroken
