Taking is Giving
I showed him my scars
and he took them in with dry eyes
and all seriousness. I took
his first finger and traced the line
that tracked a ragged stream dividing
north from the south of my x self.
And he didn't flinch,
or show disgust. I trusted him
when he took my hand and told me
things would turn out
fine from now on. And I saw a man
I thought I had,
but hadn't really known before
the taking and giving.