do you call it love when you heart
holds not enough warmth
to cure its frostbite?
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I fear my heart suffers hypothermia,
these glacial gyromagnetic glyphs clutch it
with whispers of your name.
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say my love for you dangles in equilibrium
like an equation without =.
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when your voice stirs life into me,
my heart opens like a window,
& emotions gush out like birds
surfing the sky in search of light.
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but i no longer search for light.
your eyes hold more light than the sun.
sometimes, i get lost in this sparkle
& wonder how this outworldly face
tethers my tongue & addles my brain.
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the stray warbler in my head sings that
you're probably too good for me.
our matrimony might be another dinner
of foxgloves. i've soiled my hands with
too much grime to hold an angel.
i've sang too much lies with this syruped
tongue to bathe you with words of comfort.
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what makes me worthy of coddling your
frangible heart in my hands & douse it
with springs of love?
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isn't it a sign when history repeats itself
not once but twice?
isn't it divine when a withered love
replants itself an evergreen?
but the fear in me fears itself.
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i flutter like a butterfly flapping its new wings
in the fear of dissolving back into a caterpillar.
say i fear i can't love another
without loving myself first.