Recklessly
still, slowly
one at a time
We allow our eyes to see
really see
each other
hearts beating through wild eyes.
Pause to realize
love
was never meant to be
about protecting
or keeping
but always a fierce
giving
of ourselves
and this will always be worth it.
We spend ourselves
and find love overflowing
even as we pour it out.
See an impossible three,
divided
to be put right again where
love can
bind them in family.
Into something holy.
See an impossible me,
a mess
centered in the same story
desperate and longing
for love to bind up
and put right again
We love
as a battle cry and an
emptying
that all depths might be filled
and this will always be worth it.
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