Ballad of the creation of two Givers

Sorry, but i broke your
xylophone tympanum
it clattered to the floor
breaking into tonal shards
that sounded off brightly
into the cool morning air

Not wanting to these
to fall into the void
without ever knowing
the warmth of your insides
I ground a powder of
rainbow flashing scales
tapped my soul
and bled
you a
drought
of homemade
ecstatic light

The brew glowed
pulsating quietly
in a myriad of
light and sound
and eagerly
awaited your
welcoming
lips

You laughed when you saw
my humble apology but
fascinated by its wonder
you looked closer to
to take in the essence
it so sensually exuded

Intrigued and enticed
you wanted to try
if only a sip
just to taste

But I said no,
and wanted you
to take it
intravenously

Then we agreed
on an exciting
compromise
the potion
was to be divided
and administered
in a different way
with each passing day

So over the passing
days, weeks, and months
every morning at first light
we shared pills, shots, drips,
lines, droughts, siphons, joints, 
pellets, capsules, beakers, candy,
until the radiant mix had saturated our
insides outsides and everything in between

We shared a state of
mutually achieved
heavenly bliss
via two entirely
opposite methods
mine by giving
yours by getting
and so coexisted
until it was time to go

Later when we parted ways
having shared all we could together
you looked back to that moment
for the beginning of the end

I smiled wonderingly at what you meant
by that and asked for some elaboration

Your eyes glistened
leaning in conspiratorially
you whispered "well...
you broke my mind
and mended my soul
then helped me find
my own way to heaven
and i thank you for that..."

I looked awed and proud
but more for the wonderment
at your sheer beauty and congruity
and slightly for knowing i helped
this wonderful creature become

And so we grew
together apart
healing others
finding  more friends
to give the gift of
what we called
unconditional affection