The Inner Beauty of Ambiguity

I was a steady heart
as his universe spun
on a ripped leather couch
hiding out in his crypt
the rays of the reruns
leave us spotlit

synchronized palpitations
he’s stitched to my chest
vulnerability like a pipette drip
till the waves of the avalanche hit

I clutch him as he shudders
an orgasmic release
egotism muffling
society has never let him weep

it must have been euphoria
haloing my silhouette
and transcending his melancholia
the badge of a woman
a lilac aura

a girl
dabbling with
the healing power of a woman