this was never meant to be / the way we touched
one another again after so long bereft.
this was never meant to be / how we saw ourselves;
after so long in the dark / how we came together.
breath bated / skin taut / exhausted / beyond belief
and yet no less / than anything we know to expect.
we have died for this before / and we will die for this again.
but if we must / write our names in blood
then rest assured / our children will set them down in stone.
London — May 2020. © E.M. Ayovunefe