Love

Pain upon lips which have held only tenderness.
Burnt eyes which have only held strength amid weakness.
Two simple stars in a galaxy swirling with comets.
The collisions, the hurt, all in full view of the charade of daily life.
Love it seems is so injured by our inability to handle it.
It is given into nothing and taken from everything.
Yet, although you have poured it into the whirlwinds, exasperated for words of wanting,it still wells inside you.
In time you will overflow.
Don’t forget how to swim the ocean when walking in shallow waters.

—M