Is love like this?
How
these incontinent hearts of ours
piss past our rib cages.
How
we go from
lapping lava in the sun
to the barren craters of the moon.
How
our lips are disoriented
from kissing and screaming,
how
our souls are bent
and barricaded
by the war we started
with a hello.
You know it.
That is how love is.
