Do you remember?

You made me tremble
When you put those lilacs
On my lips
And called it
Love.

Something close to that.

You said that all of nature
Was giving me a kiss.

I didn't taste the sin in that.

Do you remember our love?
The word itself is pointless
But
Worth it in the end;

Like most things.

I remember those blades of grass and how they cut as sharp as lies
And you told me...

This is love.
The scars and the cuts.

It is a bedtime story before bed.
The ones where everyone winds up dead
In the end.

In the end.
You'll wind up dead.

Saying that: take that risk.

Have honor in your scars and cuts and remember:  this is love

Just not all
The time.

Do you remember?
There are miracles in doing that.