7 October 2012
Love comes from the heart, the greetings cards tell me. But I know they're wrong. Love is born in the bones; it erupts like a song. Every part of me aches with it. My rib cage pulls apart. Love could never leave intact the fragile human heart. It fills the veins with fire, it burns me from within, As if sunlight somehow got trapped beneath my pale skin.
But then, from afar, I'm soothed by your love, like cooling waves on scorching sand. It quenches the fire that, left unchecked, would kill me where I stand. It feels me with deep quiet. It gives me back my power. But nevertheless I'm counting down the time that stands between us by the hour. Come to me soon, my sweet, and calm this monstrous thing. Stop the beast from roaring. Instead, teach it to sing.
From The Bones • Opuss № I