You are in
every poem
I’m afraid to
write, in every
thought I dare
not say aloud,
in every moment
I become short
of breath, and
every deep sigh.
you stay hidden
on the edge of my
teeth waiting to
meet my lips and
become words,
the unexplained
shiver in my spine,
and the tightness
in my throat from
trying to swallow
you down.
you are love.
you are poison.