3 Montreal Nights

You saw me
in the middle of that sea of lies and hurt I was drowning in
but you saw
me
and by seeing me you made me solid

Solid enough to separate my being
from the deep dark things moving beneath the surface
enough to slowly drag out of me
words that reshaped the understanding of
my intelligence 
my humour
my inviolatable personality
again

You heard
me
and made the images of me that my words would conjure up
solid

So how could I not share with you
the flesh that your present-mindedness brought back to life
you took me and I took you and we were boundlessly
alive and
human and
alive
in each other

I finally understanding
that maybe your seeing through my eyes to the humanity behind them
was the very thing that turned the word
lover
into love
on your tongue