Sunblood

i did not fall into you
i opened

like a wound that recognized
its own knife

you arrived quietly
no thunder – no claim

and still
everything in me
shifted its allegiance

i was whole before you

i tell myself this
like a prayer that doesn’t hold

yet now

there is a before
that feels uninhabited

you touch so little

and still
i am rearranged

light does this
it enters and suddenly
the room remembers its dust

you stand in me

like something uninvited
and necessary

and i

i become
terribly available to absence

you leave

this is your gift

this is your violence

to exist in me without weight

to burn without flame

tell me

what is this

that asks nothing

and takes
everything

i do not call it love

love is too small

too human

too forgivable

this is something
that survives

even when
you are not here

and i

i remain

lit

and ruined

by it