Messy love spills out of me
Unkept, hot, and achingly whole
Unfurled love letters in the freezing cold
Touching damp and earthy parts of the soul
Spinning threads of warm honey glow
Tangling into marks and kisses
Left in the shiny cracks of tear stains
I have devoted my life to loving
The darkest and most hidden bits
The secrets that live so easily in collarbones
And bruises and vacation homes
That defy age and gravity and the look on your mother’s face when you were ten
Flying too close to that scalding hot pan
That would burn deep inside of you for years
Craving the relief only a mystic could give
In the sweet alchemy of longing and sickness
That doesn’t just change you but transforms you entirely
And kills the years of waiting and losing and being so unfound