By Caleb Ghirmai

I struggle to fondle this thought

it glides over each piece of this question

with my lack of wisdom.


How can I overthink?

my lover leaves me heedless

to the suspicion that this

could ever happen.


When the softening air opens like an envelope

and the cushioned warmth surrounds me,

I have no choice but to submit to happiness.


At an instant, my spirit will break

and crash down like thunderstorms

to usher out the joyful play

of a perfect love story.


The lies you have sent oscillate my spine,

my blood pressure elevates to a monolith,

and my face lowers and cracks like a bulb.


I am wrapped around your love like a straitjacket

everything I thought I could grab is out of reach.

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