every piece

good morning kisses
meant nothing

until you
formed the dance of your lips
across my shoulders -

blazing paths through
snowy whites to
territories left
closed due
to
hazardous risk.

and yet you clench
every piece of me.

every damaged piece that has
remained uncovered,
untouched
after the Fall -

putting me back
together,
fusing bad
with
incredulous feeling:

becoming redemption
in every step.

perfect redemption,
pixel after pixel
of granulated form,

grandiose form,
forming the every piece
of Darwin's finest creation.