I love you to the edges of every corner of this Earth
My love is a waterbirth
A natural labor in magnificent pain
But I’m unashamed, because I’m human
And restrained. The difference is now I can control it
I can love you at night when the rain is violent and things are shaking
I can love you from your little cage in my 18 layer heart
I can love smart, Unconditional, and unpassioned.
A love that keeps its clothes on and legs closed, arms open. Fall to me call to me, give it all to me
I am the alcoholic now obsessed with the bottle of Genie instead of Gin
You’re integrated into my skin. Largest organ, and inescapable as itchy as you might be
People live with anxiety and it becomes a way of life
You are a way of life and Whatever it brings
I Love you prepositionally: in, out, around, and through things.
I love you the way the moon completes its cycle: natural as mothers milk, honey, strong, and menstrual.
Pragma. PHILIA, Beloved muse.
There isn’t much you can do about it.
cut yourself. grab a rib, pull out the dripping blood bone
Shave your head and talk backwards
Go to jail and come back six times more broken than you already are, and you are still welcome at this table
We can say grace again. This time I won’t pull back my hands so quickly
Its just I’m still getting used to the surges.
Of this friendly connection.