Every Love
When it arrives on your doorstep, the first thing every love
asks is: can you jump from the window for me? Can you stab
your heart for me? Every love asks this: can you fly with me,
with only the stumps of your arms?
When love arrives on your doorstep, it will not leave soon.
It has to go to some mountain or valley. To an ocean or river.
It comes to your house out of the blue, and wants to know if
you will come along to drown with it or not.
Every love gives you enough time to die for it.
Every love asks first, when it knocks on your door - can you jump from the window for me? Can you cut open your chest? Every love asks, can you fly with your arms amputated, together with me?
When love knocks on your door, it is not to leave soon. It has to go to some mountain or valley. To an ocean or a river. It comes to your house without any plan, and it wants to know if you are going to drown with it or not.
Love allows you ample time for a thorough death.