He clutched my heart,
held it as a possession,
while I realized it was the only
substance of keeping us there –
the togetherness beyond
and disturbance in such obsession.
It was our lifeline
binding and supporting a mystery,
and a difficult experience.
Impatience and immaturity
called for the ecstasy
that would bring in high’s,
drugging and filling me
with such blinding addiction.
It wasn’t the moments,
nor the times,
or what the body desired,
craving over and over
to fill the emptiness
with sweet desperation.
It was a tight grip that secured
the chemistry in our question mark–
I was the mark and he was the period:
two souls joined in a falsified passion
but held apart by the reality
that this would never end in fairness.
To love so deeply requires
the loosing of one’s vulnerability,
entrusting the universe to take over
Somewhere, somehow, I knew
it would never last
as he became my lungs
and I could no longer breathe
on my own.
Control and restraint
have no business
taking residence in such a union,
occupying a broken heart
and trying to repeat the same drama
of past manipulation.
He was the clutch that invited me to give
and I was the ground that supported
him to receive.
It was a mutual contract
I played the ailing patient,
he was the willing doctor
who would fix the damage,
trying to erase the existence
of any other man who had
explored my territory.
The moments were here and there.
At some point
the soul opened up, grew wings,
and flew out of the adorned cage
that he cautiously created for me.
the heart, wisdom, and spirit
found the freedom
that would never allow imprisonment
it was then that divinity unlocked
that love is never contained,
because it is all there is.
It is all there will ever be.