Mirrors

by e.m ayovunefe

this was never meant to be / the way we touched

one another again after so long bereft.

this was never meant to be / how we saw ourselves;

after so long in the dark / how we came together.

breath bated / skin taut / exhausted / beyond belief

and yet no less / than anything we know to expect.

we have died for this before / and we will die for this again.

but if we must / write our names in blood

then rest assured / our children will set them down in stone.

London — May 2020. © E.M. Ayovunefe