Solstice of the Worst Year

The dark is at its peak today,
And yet, when you embraced my head and stroked
My hair, a tender light kindled deep
Inside a place so desolate
And full of rage and grief, I thought
I might never melt its icy surface, thought I’d blow
Like a winter storm through the tropic
Heat until my flesh dropped from my bones and you were gone
From my heart like a far-off flag
On a ship bound for dissipation in the night.
Your kiss made my heart newly flutter
Weak like a broken ankle, wobbly, sore,
But somehow still able to find the beat
That says: This, this is us.
This is home.