Was it a trick of light?

Glowing ambers fuming within eyes,

holes shoveled in graveled knives,

When did I break from the layered ice?

Bruise stung generous inside,

cloaked stained sheets blurred lines,

choked words venture out of the tendered splice,

float weightless upon grinning cries,

How did I emerge less severed of a lovers' crime?

Sleeve still carried a beating heart line,

baneful releases stretched over of time,

emotions running feverish highs;

Enduring in strengths hidden of mine,

safety came upon freeing pasts' mind,

hand holding tight,

a heart stilled ever-while, belonging to thine.