You touched a nerve 
when we met, my pupils dilating
like a cat’s in the dark.
 
I told you about 
the unraveling of bodies,
how my life had spiraled

into frenzied circles
around the room, 
fist fights within myself, 

the black eyes 
turned to roses
on my cheek.

Nights crumpled
like paper napkins 
when everyone is done.

You set off a trigger in my head,
down to the gray matter,
through the waters

of my calcified skull.
A electrical surge dissolves
to a pulse.

I’m caught in the depths 
of your steady hand, your grace.
I take comfort in your voice,
 
your face close to my face
as you explain your plans
for our future.

© 2005 by Michelle Barnette. All rights reserved.