My husband lies next to me
as I teeter darkness:
depression my daredevil diving deep
into the fiery rings of my anxiety.
And my husband ignores all that
as their fingers follow the groove of my ear
then my chin as it glides peacefully
soothingly split between darkness and fire.
Their finger tickles the frost of my beard,
the edges of my lips daring them to smile
and I could focus on my own despair,
but I choose to be lost in their touch instead.
As their finger finds itself twirling
through my ocean of hair upon my chest,
the ring of fire goes out, my daredevil in darkness.
I am calm as I teeter and accepting of my husband’s love
as they lies next to me
and I their love.