Certainty 

I don’t know
what love is—
if, when it’s new
it isn’t a perfectly
irrational urgency
to end the day
exhausted
after digging into
and exploring
a capacious mind
and perfectly
imperfect body
that contains
a beating heart
that shares
this mania and
this wish to be
consumed by
what could only
be known as a
complete
and total absence
of uncertainty
and fear.

 

 

 

 

DeMaris
2-9-17

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