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.