Just So You Know

I love you for the love you have proven I am able to feel. I hold it in me, this love, like a pail of hot broth. When I walk, it gently licks my insides, a tantrum of hot liquid filling the sponge of my heart daily. I cannot tell you how much my surrender has to do with your moon tentacles or the gentle scrape of your voice across my remembering. I cannot tell you when or how these things came to be or why we so often do what is done to us. What I know is in the morning when I wake a question mark, and the shape of you in me filled with the sweetness of knowing has boiled over, I am burning where I have only ever known frost. Z.K.Nye