Love is rabid
Feverish
A blanket of unknowing
Strangles and suffocates
Heavy and heaving
Chest beating
Heart hurting
I’m too scared
My insides spill out
My tongue lolling
My eyes rolling
Bite down
Pain is subjective
In the text only
Derives this uncertainty
I’m so unsure
But so definitive
It hurts because it is real
Love is rabid
Nothing else matters
Love is rabid
You’ve bitten me hard.
Don’t want to hear the answer
If I have to wait
It’s far too late for us now
Can’t bury myself in the idea
If you’re not here then I’m not here
Don’t want to be here
Shouldn’t have to ask
Set myself down slowly
It’s a long road
Full of pot holes
And I can’t drive manual anymore
Wind myself around a tree
Wind myself into a knot
It’s not you it’s me
Don’t want it to be.
Baby wants to touch it
Touch it tenderly
This prison of muscle
Blood pumping, thumping hard
Reminding me of the time
It was alive and well
Sending postcards
Long ago, almost gone now
The memory of how you
Smothered the pain
With your calloused hand
Worn from wringing
the insecurity
From your being.