Love

Falling in love

a flowering of the heart

an opening

a stretch out the world

a sunflower caught in the sky

two eyes closed

a tongue

searching for the sky

for a drop of rain

and the way it curls after finding it.

Falling out of love

a shedding of the heart

a soft wrinkling

a scar

the crisp cool air

that licks the musty room clean after a storm

a closing window too

which must be reopened

for the heart to breathe

all dying isn't sad

there is the dying that precedes the living

and that's the secret kind.