What Love Does

I need words to catch this fire, this burning that eats me alive like a wolf in my chest, this storm that turns my bones to water. But words give me only small, broken things: love, need, want each one is a tiny box trying to hold the sea. Still, I shout, because this love is a wild horse kicking to get out, the sun breaking open inside me, and words are all I have to rope this thing that runs between my beating heart and everyone who needs to know what it means to burn this bright.