Messy

What an exquisite mess of a person, and how messy to love someone like that.
How disheveled the love that parades itself around my dazzled eyes, and how beautiful it paints the world. What force of chaos will blow hurricane winds into my tilted ears at the sound of his voice, what confused pain will pierce my heart with a gnarled arrow, to spread infection, to widen the gaps that eat me with their hungry space. And how sweet that sickness, that spritzes the fragrance of his words into the air above my nose, so that I might lift my head and close my eyes and inhale a scent that freezes the skin on the back of my throat, holds my head in a grip as strong as death and silky as spiders’ webs.
If I should feel love, let it not be lightly. Let love push me into frothy waves of unknown oceans, let it curl around my internal organs and constrict like a scaly snake, let it place extravagant threads of thought on my tongue and weave color into my body.
Love is not love without making a mess, so let me love exquisitely, in the only way that love should be sung or written; in mellifluous melodies carried by words that haunt and echo, so that if love should leave the ghost of it will carry us through the drudgery of a neatly organized life.

Messy

takemeawaycn

Columbus, United States

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