Love Stays

When you mine the depths of all you are 

and strike 

upon love

that golden thread of fire

pulling your veins tightly round the outer walls of your heart. 

Wrenching. 

You MUST choose. 

Do you allow it to slice clean through the meat

the vessels

the empty pulsing chambers

cutting as deeply as your utter ruin?

                                 Or

do you take advantage of the taut constricting strands as they give structure–

clinging tightly 

where everything was all scattered and fluid?

Like the bones of an old house providing space to dwell in

all your days

let love in each room

in every single way.

Let it fasten your soul 

against your vessel of flesh.

Let love in.

Let love brace you

where you lay.

Or?

 Let it kill you

day by day. 

Because;

like a starving dog–

love

                                

                                       stays.