no such state as post love

Love-arrive! Our wounds beg justifiaction
we crawl over the broken, the bloodied paths to invoke you again:
the greatest stillness
the loudest noise
never come love, never come.

Love- our throats crack with questions, again again.
why must you birth and then burn us?
why must creation seize and cease in ache?
why! the moaning! why! the moving! why-
the greatest stillness
the loudest noise
never come love, never come.

Love-our mortal feet know not the land
our maps are burnt, signposts switched.
we know not how to search nor find
the greatest stillness
the loudest noise
never come love, never come.

answer
only
this

that the seed fears not deception in the soil
the bird begs not commitment from the bench
skies never swear not to fall.
each day swells and rises again,

All spines soften under your weight
all necks bend, near break to greet
the greatest stillness
the loudest noise