A Gift from The Mister

Made by She

Not air until I fill her lungs
Nor water till cross her tongue
Nothing until made something
Until seen by her, heard by her

Carved by parted lips
And gentle hands

Noticed, hence raised by her
played by her, unmade by her
stayed, and prayed by her
To crave-fused soul, to one invited

To bound ecstatic community
She celebrates me into life

Not to be the joy found she
But in the finding joy made me
For I am not, lest made by she
Reborn from he to we.

– The Mister
Valentine’s Day 2014