She sauntered silently into my room,
this beauty which I call my own, as I stared
at the closed window blinds. I did not notice.
But with one hello from her lips
she had me again, a giddy
serf to her queen.

Yet she is more-
The gauze tightly encircling my arm. The constant,
steady pulsing of my heart monitor.
In that stark and sterile void,
her fingers ghosted across my wrist and her
lips and mine joined in ritual
and my form was no longer mine to destroy
but an extension of her own.

And is it not stunning, the light
and life sired in the collision of two
heavenly bodies?

This morning I looked around my room
with no greater distraction.
A small army of flowers and cards wished
me well, and for a while I was sure
they were all I had.

But faintly and through the dense wood
of the door came the hushed shuffling
of familiar feet, and a moment later
three clear knocks.