And I had been,
long before you came,
a woman bearing love, and passion in doses of flame.
I had been,
as in a flower in bloom:
Full. Contained. Alive. And Zain.
Yet when you had come,
It was as though I had been missing something:
Like a slice of rainbow, or a bite of shine.
Just as a raindrop,
in my ocean of being
and as a honey-drop
in my morning cup of tea–
I was enough; but you, you made me complete.
© The Short Black Girl, 2016.