Tails.

this rhapsody of ours continues

and I feel I must craft the poem that erupts in my heart —

a small attempt at praising you,

a tremendous semblance of a sonnet

that swells and soars

and at the end of it all, amounts to produce one note in the rhapsody.

i am not the shell in the mirror, we have said this,

i am a girl dancing

leaping through the air and spinning in watery ribbons to a song in her heart;

i am a fearsome bird admiring its outstretched wings, admire them;

i am rushing streams that just can't crash fast enough;

i am the old words of philosophers that lie buried in school libraries;

there are no words.

there is a love i can describe, but it is not this love.

so let it be enough — you ask for my heart and here it is, a strange unpredictable thing, lashing out and seizing, spitting —

but you ask for it and here it is, and thank you, thank you, i love you —

you ask for it and it says, let it be enough.

my head says, yes you are enough, of course you are enough.

but my heart says, no i will instead shred myself into tails that drag along the ground, it is better this way.

so as i chase you even though you are neverwhere, as i chase you down on a skateboard with the tails of my heart dragging a love i can describe,

help me at least to see that a torn heart is still one.