Invisible to the Eyes

What if love isn’t a yes-or-no question? It’s not either you’re in love or you’re not. I mean, aren’t there different levels? And maybe these things, like words and expectations and whatever, don’t go on top of the love. Maybe it’s like a map, and they all have their own place, and then when you see it from the sky—whoa.

I have so much I want to tell you, and nowhere to begin.

Remember
the sky bled down & we
were running, smiling wide
with our arms raised. Not afraid
of anything ever. The way
days pass & we end up
under covers, socks pulled
to our knees. The way I bruise
without touching anything. The way
you forgot my birthday & brought me
flowers for no reason. Everything
is so convenient. We grow
teeth without trying.

And so all love is enclosed in our love:
our thirst ends in our embrace.
Here we are at last face to face,
we have met,
we lost nothing.
We have felt each other lip to lip,
we have changed a thousand times
between us death and life

There is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock. People so tired, mutilated either by love or no love.

I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints, we’d only find yours.