A Love to Keep
Your love came shyly wrapped—
I almost tore the paper too roughly.
One careless tear
and the whole gift might have scattered
like thin glass across stone.
Now that it’s mine,
it trembles whenever I breathe,
sweet as the first sip of wine
after years of thirst.
I will not raise my voice.
I will not let it fall.
I will keep inhaling this quiet
until my lungs forget every other air.
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