worthy to love

When you know yourself – I mean truly know

the bone and sinew holding you upright in the mirror. 

From felted creases along folded chits of memory

to the dogeared pages of emotional reminders –

when your margins are filled with faded scribbling...

when you know what ails you

and you stop selling it as fodder for attention...

then, you learn to be loved.

Prodigal lovers sweep in like gales

Fraying the tips of each others sails.

These careless wave runners of contraband

Capsize and drown as a woman and man.

Love travels deep in the hulls of a human

yet we are unseaworthy vessels

for such precious cargo.

Tend to the cracks in the architecture

Of bridges that it starts to stir

Be the splash when the glaciers calve

and plummet into the surf.

Love me like you're the lost puzzle piece in my identity. 

What we are unable to discover within ourselves,

we find in the love of another...

Moan with self awareness, crumple into mass  

Fold and melt into flowing glass.

Tie into braids of confluent streams

And cool into crystals of adamantine.