Thursday 18 June 2020

Balloon

I remember the time he said
that when I loved,
it was as if a balloon was filling up inside me.

I could see it clearly then
this balloon,
growing fat in hollow places.

Because he said it,
and because he could see it,
there was a balloon.

Its boundless light in my body,
shining from my eyes,
sending the warm air of celebration
from my mouth.