it’s that deep, merciless stomachache that
reaches in and
twists and screws up
your strings
until surrender comes:
head bobbing, arms flailing
squeezing and pinching your eyelids tight,
unloading your desires to the listening ear of darkness
that he,
without any ifs, ands, or buts,
whispers your name,
simple and sweet.
and you know that as long as the words are escaping your lips,
you are in control…
…right?
love has a knowing hand,
five fingers unafraid to
play the floods
where each barrier is consumed;
with the strength of each
twist and squeeze,
your insides
are so thick with your burning soul
that your eyes are the only ones left, the only ones holding back the flood.
where each tear is spread so thin,
you forget how to cry.
and well,
at the end,
when the skies are blue and the birds are singing,
everyone knows the solution is
simply
more love.