We stand on the precipice of spring,
soluble with thirst and eager to be alive.
Let me carry the weight of your bones
in the crucible of my heart for a while.
I know that words rarely come
when they are needed.
We can be together in the silence,
in the sleeping hours,
in the beautiful void that is hunger.
Say that we are interchangeable
because I want to exchange myself for you.
You gather the hem
of my little black dress
in your hands,
like a love letter
and tear upward.
I have broken my heart
more times than I can count
thinking about you
and if I have the power to hurt you
does is mean that I don’t deserve you?
Teach me how to accept love
when it comes
because I don’t remember
what it means to be
comfortable in my skin.
With you I think I could live in me
if only to give you a place
to escape your loneliness.
I could be a beautiful home,
a mountain of treasure,
an open sky with a melody that carries.
Between my cherry red lips
you are tying knots
in my tongue.
If I could speak
then I would give you
all of me, every breath,
every shakey syllable.
I don’t think love is even
half of what it could be.
We could make it mean
so much more.
I don’t know if we love each other
in the same way
I don’t know it we ever could.
I promise not to die for you.
I promise to wake up a little more each day.
I promise to give you each and every
heart that has ever grown in me and those yet to come.
I promise to go deeper with every breath.
I promise to laugh until I lose my voice
and to cry until the stars have fashioned
constellations of my load-bearing sorrows.
I will be human, through migration and heartbreak.
I will be human. Raw. Bloody. Imperfect.
I will love you the way that god is said to love
but unlike god I have everything and nothing at all to lose.