hearts collide
bruise | bend | break | bellow
to be free
to know
at the edge holding hands
finger in knuckle
lost in grasp
feet planted dirty
want. to give.
scenes and history blurred into one
beautiful mystery escaping
love is a weight
heavy for one
held easy by two
a euphoric finding
grandest completion
mess of years compounding erased with glances belonging held by stronger than wanting desire longing
to be found
to be loosed
to be free
“Take away love, and our earth is a tomb.”
Robert Browning