Nighttime Epiphany

You held me like

a package marked

"FRAGILE: handle with care"

touched me so lightly

as if I were a

stained-glass window

and you feared

I would

shatter

into

jagged

pieces

but you

kissed me

with enough passion

to convince me that

I would be safe

beneath your lips

for a thousand lifetimes

and in that moment

I knew

I'd been

forgiven.