Love letter # 91

It can barely be spoken of; words I can hardly say, trembling on my tongue. Waves rising in my breathing, dams bursting in my speech.

In this tidal swell I am erased. Made a space. Oh, please don’t fill me, leave me excavated.

With your name, half uttered, broken on my lips, you wipe away the vestigial noise. I sink to the earth, ready to be swallowed. Overwhelmed. In your embrace, I blur. You enter like vapour.

I do not author this rite of love. I become it. It is all there is. Just this. The ecstasy of opening. You flowing through the rooms that used to contain me. Blood as a river rushing. Light as a blinding sea.

So vast, this nearness. So small, this infinity. Syllable in my mouth. Air in my throat. Now, eternal. Distance collapsing to forever. Like you and me…and everything in between.