Drip-Drop Love
This is why we write poetry.
A heart too full to shatter,
like rain dripping into the open sea.
“I love you” cannot compete,
so I need another novel’s-worth,
my thesis on how your heartbeat
composes better than Mozart against mine.
I can write it down a hundred times,
but the eyedropper is one at a time, one at a time…
i said, "page three has your name on it"
still soulmate
corpse in my bed
arrhythmic love
rip the heartstrings
eaten dead or alive
defected devotion