The only way my love for you could be encapsulated
Is within a scream
The kind of scream that makes your throat hurt,
Your mouth dry,
Your lungs heave,
And your eyes water.
The kind of scream that you feel at your fingertips and toes,
That sinks into the ground like water,
Into the mountains like fog,
And surrounds you like smoke.
It's like the only word we need,
Our language,
A gift to each other.