Have you ever?

Have you ever been in love?
Neither have I.


Unless being in love is not only a willingness foreign to you,
but a yearning,
to give yourself up to one person
In a sacrifice of heart
And a joining of soul
In what you're sure will be the happiest turn of events in your
already Charmed life,


Unless being in love is doing something ordinary,
say driving,
When all of the sudden the music is grabbing your cheeks
while the pavement melts away from yellow stripes,
into a Globe of cloud-dusted hemisphere
And the wind-scented highway watching your insides jump out of your body with joy,
All because the words you sang made you picture his face,


Unless being in love is the most
salt-bearing,
tearing,
helpless pain
that drags your usually happy spirit under the current
and beats your limbs beneath slimy rocks,
and drowns you slowly
as your lungs fill and burst,
and drip of the the cracks of your eyes
When he breaks you.


Then
I have.


(written September 14, 2009)