yebutz

i have a love. an ephemeral relationship that once both consumed and freed.

love found its purchase in my heart when it learned that our minds had once shared an off-the-wall fictional tale. simple enough.

i gave it my barefoot company on a midnight stroll.
and it carried me over gravel and glass.
i shared with it two of my flowers.
it presented me fifteen on a rainy day.
i made it a tonic of fresh lemons and honey.
it drank, even four days old and bitter.
i saw its frailty and was patient.
it brought me to climax in every way but one.
and the night i questioned whispered gossip
it shared itself with me ethereally.
i expressed that it made me happy
it stayed away a fortnight.
i said that made me sad, and it fell dormant.

my heart torn, my physicality failing, my rationale crushed; recovery begins.
those who wonder, each moment was worth its weight in pain.

now, i can describe without disturbance that each moment was true, even when it was deceiving. each movement was graceful, never strained. each encounter delighted senses to the nth degree. i learned the value of a variable. it was liquid. it was a solvent. it was, it is, love.

-me