our blood –
what motivating proteins link there
churning through the core to spill outwards and fuel our
with nourishment.

you have distilled mine,
slaved previously to isolation
and contempt for the opportunity
that had yet to arrive,
and filtered out what love remained.

and the purifying nature of your heart-
the one I will soon, for eternity, call my heart-
has cleansed these proteins
and left only those with more loving motivation
than one ever thought possible.

mixed, now,
with each other
our blood lines will grow