I think
I’m choking
On holy water;
Floundering in
The Fountain of Youth;
Struggling with
This noose
Around my heart;
Found an empty
Pot of gold at the end of the rainbow …
Maybe love
Is a five letter word:
Death

I hold you too close
In my heart
Pressed firm
Against the walls

But these chambers weren’t
Meant to hold this much love
To pump this much you

I’m afraid I’ll turn
Blue if you ever go
Afraid I no longer know
How to take a breath on my own

In hopes to forget
What might come
I took a shot of novocaine
To numb the future pain

But I still feel you too much
In my heart
Pressed firm
Against the walls

I’m afraid I no longer know
How to take a breath on my own
Afraid I’ll turn
Blue if you ever go

You make the words flow
That’s how I know it’s love
I owe you this in return:
A flood of feelings that come
In waves, submerges you in bliss,
Until you’re spun to silk between my fingertips