I have written love before.

I have written love in troughs and crests--in breaking waves against rocks.

I have written of love as if writing it out sets a map to the curves of my lover's actions. As if a destination on the other side of forever voids the landscape of mines.

I have written of love.

And just once.

This once.

(now)

It is writing me.

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