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By sassy Date: 2005 Aug 01 Comment on this Work [[2005.08.01.20.55.14968]] |
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You think love is a solitary thing solid as a tree trunk predictable, measurable by the rings that accumulate over the years on the hand closest to my heart. He thinks love is splintered varied, victim of attention deficit disorder, love is for one day at a time one stolen hour at a time one heady, world shattering kiss at a time. I think love is greed, and need, and gluttony. Paralyzing, mesmerizing, empty and full, bitter and sweet too much and too little, too loud and too quiet, too painful and gorgeous all at once. I think the truth is I love you both for different reasons and would cleave my soul down its seam if it meant I could have two loves, two lives. I think it hurts and heals me to have steady earth, and blazing fire. I think I need this, and yet I can't hold so much in my heart. |