loved

I did not expect love to feel this way-
all hard edges and the scent of
lingering perfumes in couch cushions,
all warmth in the midst of blackness,
like two lonely souls in a submersible.
I don’t know what I was expecting –
flowery words, flowery feelings,
not the inward balance of forces
fending off these crumpling pressures.

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