Love and Other Disasters

Trapped between one imagined country and another, I am building my strengths and skills navigating my love. It is not like I have to raise a baby. How long with this last? A quick, mature resolution of the question requires fair sacrifice. After you fall in love no one expects you to look human. Love is a cycle of contractions, rich with lance-split heart, flushed with boom and bust. For Orpheus' lute is strung with lovers' string and sand. Let the float queen tempt you again, make you ravel and unravel with heavenly claim.