when you look at me

the tenderness of your stare

brings warmth to my wounds,

my fractured scars

it wraps them around in a blanket

( and they have been cold

for so long, you see )

you heal pieces of past traumas

without even knowing it, my dearest

the ones that have been with me

for years ( decades? yes, perhaps )

and you do it

just by the love that pulsates

out of that universe

that sometimes you let me see

out of those deep brown, amber hues