i throw my love like a net
or pin it like a talisman.
i want to grow it around you
like a hedge or build it
like a wall. but what does love
like that do? smother flames
and stifle any spark of genius?
hold back storms, maybe,
but stop the winds of progress.
love like that is cryogenic--
it may halt decay but
freezes all movement.
so, i hold my love
in my throat, choking
on the powerlessness of it.
i swallow my love
because of how i love you.
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