Little life.

A woman who feels more creature than a being,

Finds hope in life,

Cascading in beauty.

Pockets of time filled with silent laughter,

And love that blankets the air.

With ribbons cascading down her chest,

She looks up to his clear eyes and soft smile,

He tells her she is beautiful,

Every chance he gets.

A life filled with wonder and possibility,

Silken pillowcases,

And fever dreams.

A life once thought to be impossible,

To be in love with a man who repairs the seams.

Used to the roughness of love,

Ravenous and mean.

He warms the rigidness resting in the bones,

Embracing the abrasiveness,

Jagged pieces remain,

With brittle flesh.

Does he dare to love the woman hidden underneath?

Liberation has begun,

With a life unfolding,

Filled with aching chests from joy,

and losing their breath.

Finally, she can rest.