I needed
a hand to hold
and you held me
without question.
I leaned on you
you let me lean
I thank you
for the saving.
I needed eyes to look -
full of light and purpose
driven toward me
toward a light in myself
I no longer see.
So you looked at me
with a fire
with something like desire..
and melted-
just a little bit-
that dark old ice.
running water again
in the deep crevasse.
-AJK
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