Only He


He was darkness,

I fancied myself light,

he lingered only,

on the border of my sight.

It was only right,

That he take me…

…It came to pass,

that we walked a turbulent path,

a new dimension of being enfolded me.

I became,

so did he,

something unique.

A juxtaposition of sorts,

Simply being,


…He was earnest,

And I thirsty,

He was brilliant,

In the way mad men are…It intrigued me.

Lonely had become me,

Yearning and needy,

As if by chance I had felled another…wrongly.

Only outside my recollection,

I knew not where, and lately…

…He was my sun, I his moon,

He was a poet, in search of a tune,

Within me.

The things he wrought in me,

Notions he planted,

Dreams he’d spark in me,

Rendered my eyes useless,

Ever trained on something,

Outside the preview of the immediately possible.

He my morning,

I his night sky,

Him a painter,

I the vision in his eye,

For only he,

Did take me,

Now only he,

Can play me.


About Michelle Toussaint

Michelle Toussaint is an Antiguan who has amassed an Associate Degree in Science Education as well as a Diploma in Forensic Science. As such, she Teaches Science in the classroom as well as at home, where she co-leads The Tribe. A merry band comprising her Husband-The Chief, herself-The Priestess, and her three precocious children- the tribesmen. When she isn’t mothering, teaching, being a fangirl or feeding her chocolate addiction. She writes two blogs. Random_Michelle and Death By Expectations. View all posts by Michelle Toussaint

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