Healer

Hair strong with
the scent of some perfume
that I had no name for,
you touched
my most intimate scars
without undressing me.

I had time, only barely,
to see
the newly open spaces
of your wide secret eyes.

Our mouths met briefly
and our arms wrapped
in the beginnings of
a tight tender dance
of healing communion
and we both knew
that it could never
be this way again.