These hours that
rhapsodize the night
carry the scent of scandal
or the aroma of summer
fruit that fails to ripen.
This fragile nest where we
fly our paper flag seems
nothing more than
spider silk fragmenting.
We offer our hearts to a cold blade,
Plunge blindly from the highest cliff.
Art by Angela Taratuta
I know I love you
because when I think
of you my heart feels full,
a pond choking with water hyacinth,
their hungry roots reaching deep
into the beds of yearning,
overflowing walls of longing
where I am so afraid to fall .
Because I love you I forfeit
my privilege, allow my heart
to drown in you as though you
are liquid.
Vincent Van Gogh
