3 Montreal Nights

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

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

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
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
into love
on your tongue