Love is an Action

Today, hurdled words like needles and knives—though dull and blunted—

Fell noiselessly from the air, never hitting their target.

Looks like we’re starting to fight fair.

Just two hearts trying to break the toxic trine of wounding, faithless,

And the new problem in front of us:

Our authentic truths, unfiltered selves,

Standing naked and afraid,

Desiring the other to love, hold, and clothe them.

And we do.

We ain’t so different.

With more than a decade invested, those lovers’ seeds

Are now a sturdy vineyard,

Watered by tears of love, anguish, reconciliation, and laughter,

Fertilized by resolve.

Every day, we still choose each other, baby.

And we will—

Until time itself lacks breath to breathe.