tell me the story of when i arrived. did i beat in your ear like a song? in all the long hours of the night and the wee hours of the morn? smudged you were. upon every inch of our life. like charcoaled hands hot upon my skin. with breath like the sun. arms reaching. wild eyes shining. bodies entwined. expectant, fragile, you were bright white hope... imprinted and drawn with stitches in the dark.