Love? Be it man. Be it woman. It must be a wave you want to glide in on, give your body to it, give your laugh to it, give, when the gravelly sand ta… - Anne Sexton

To love another is something like prayer and can't be planned, you just fall into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.

To love another is something
like prayer and it can't be planned, you just fall
into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.

I lay there silently,
hoarding my small dignity.
I did not ask about the gate or the closet.
I did not question the bedtime ritual
where, on the cold bathroom tiles,
I was spread out daily
and examined for flaws.

I did not know
that my bones,
those solids, those pieces of sculpture
would not splinter.

Now he is gone
as you are gone.
But he belongs to me like lost baggage.

No. Not really red,
but the color of a rose when it bleeds.