Consume Me

To love is good under the starless sky in a man’s arms To break is good under the touch of a hand in a bed with white sheets To drink is good when you long for someone and you cry poetry To talk is healing when you kept quiet for years and you almost forgot the sound of your own voice To sing is good For you beloved, in his kitchen when you’re making pancakes To sleep is better when you read together and you fall asleep on his chest and he stays still so you can keep dreaming… Love is consuming like a hot summer day that leaves you sweaty and tired but blissful and with a foolish smile on your face.