To love is good
under the starless sky
in a man’s arms
To break is good
under the touch of a hand
in a bed with white sheets
To drink is good
when you long for someone
and you cry poetry
To talk is healing
when you kept quiet for years
and you almost forgot the sound of your own voice
To sing is good
For you beloved, in his kitchen
when you’re making pancakes
To sleep is better
when you read together and you fall asleep on his chest
and he stays still so you can keep dreaming…
Love is consuming
like a hot summer day that leaves you sweaty and tired
but blissful and with a foolish smile on your face…