Tempist

out of the white blinding
tempest
you came to me;
you lent forward, through my indecisions,
into me,
and out of the storm.

i hung suspended from my self,
lost in a noose of smoke and doubt;
betrayed by knots and breath.

the snow blinded me, and still
i walked beyond the blizzard and frost,
into and out of a numb, futile quest.

i came back stinging,
skin washed out
eyes split, blinking loss and
ash.

but you without snare,
captured me, with
eyes of spring,
and palms that sprouted allure.