A Brief Reminder

I know your heart ain't broke

A few valves got switched,
there are bruises,
accumulating scars
It's not the same as broken
but it hurts, it stings,
a paper cut full of lemon oil and sweat

But when lips and eyes and hands come to mind,
so do you
When I think of immortalized time, sensuality and light,
you sneak in
When I remember long kisses in quiet, deserted buildings,
your careful, soft movements flitter in the back door of my brain

So, when the cuts are smarting and full of ache
When someone convinces you
you are anything less than you actually are

You've got a brief reminder
that they're wrong,
that you're luminous and lovely

and someone, somewhere, is thinking of you