In the middle of the between place,
Between heaven and hell,
We clasp one another’s wrists
And pull each other from dark places.
I focus on the feel of your pulse
As the demons fall down one by one.
A tethered wing breaks free,
Opening, like a waking flower.
White and pure, the feathers
Move through the mists of our heaven.
It invokes raindrops
Which spatter across my cheeks.
We create our own gravity here.
We are drawn towards one another,
Like celestial bodies, moving
In an eternal dance.
Now there is only joy.