11/11/2025

Skipped stones across a pond with no end

and I offered to hold your hand before

I knew what it meant;

love like ours blooms like flowers,

erupting loud and interlocked limbs,

young bodies gathered around themselves to

taste what they could only guess,

for loving the sake of love;

I handled rough your sensibilities, 

you devoured me and dissolved me, 

left me but to cling through a short grip

in a torn and tattered canopy, 

unslowed by the calls of your protest.

I will not coddle your need to suffer,

nor remember you in the color of your brush.

We were made into ourselves and 

we were undone,

love, a thunder clap or

love, a firework ignited,

big and then gone.