Dream-Drunk Love

You’ve lived through loss— you’ve battled unuttered shame— yet you hold onto Love like it is more than a Delusion—it is Honor—precious and rainbow-like—shimmery and shadowy all in one. You speak to her with Soul, truths that seem simple— truths that survive in warm hands, in melodies, in cadences, in overtones, in steady Voice. You are creased at the edges like a letter read too many times, but your words— your words are both soft lanterns and sunlight— lit from somewhere deeper than breath. Some people are put here to hold others when they cry, to remind them that they are still real— still seen, still envisioned, still worth writhing, weaving weights of Dream-drunk Love. 3.3.25