a lit wick in the water refusing to relinquish its burn
i know this much now, love has birthed me again
unnerved me, unearthed me, gave my top a good spin
the fog is finally lifting, like a slow garage door
revealing its contents starting from the floor
by my toe, now I’ll go cause I have to believe
that love can loosen the grips of this vice, of my grief
that love can soften the tongue on the skin of my teeth
that love can live in my lungs and just let me breathe
that blessings beat in my heart, however bereaved
that sighs of sorrow will sway and give way to sighs of relief
love allows us to live though we are all fated
it is through it and for it that we are created
amounting to more than the total of years we are dated
it is safe in the soft light and at risk when paraded
i am uneasy in its lecture, learning how to excavate it
I am taking notes with fever, listening earnestly
hoping one day to obtain some sort of degree
raise my hand to its mouth like a hot cup of tea
i am frightened to ask, but inquire quietly:
is there anything, love, that you’re learning from me?