His arms unencumbered me,

removing all signs of weakness,

seasick though I was,

I somehow survived through stormy season. 

A whisper, a glimmer;

strategic breaths that kissed my neck.

A runner, a sprinter,

only he could rescue me from wreck. 

Inside my tattered mind,

two wrongs could never make a right,

until he blessed me with his Francophony

that made me blossom overnight.