If I love

If I love

The heart would loosen from its latch

Broken cords in the chest’s middle

Like in the middle of the garden

Where the fruit of eternal life germinates

The eyes would salivate with every bite.

Who should love?

When the mind disagree, purifying

realities of anxieties, lurking

in the darkness of every corner; waiting

to devour love’s very flesh,

bones and ashes.

It hurts silently,

with a sharp voice in the void.

Like the sound of rain on the moon

A baptism too familiar,

with little drops here and there.

Can it move this mountain –

If I love?


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