A dire and fractured happiness, this -
that takes fright and flight with every
calamitous imagining, every
unspeakable thought and nightmare.
With slender threads of hope and yearning,
I tether you to me; yet there are moments
when I feel you stretching and straining,
feebly venturing, weakly unyoking.
Does the rope, taut and staunch,
ever waver in its purpose; or does it
spend its entire life trembling
with the fear of coming undone?
Sometimes our anchor feels heavy with
my wanting and apprehension; yet it is adrift
in a waveless sea, that neither you nor I
know how to swim in yet.
Love is a weightless word, it lands cursorily
and desultorily on our tongues.
I don't know where to place my dread,
within the beautiful effervescence of our humanity.
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